Thoughtless,
belief in a symbol leads me to rebel
against the wise who make up my counsel.
After all,
commitment requires a sacrifice.
For me, no demand could be too high.
Take reality as collateral.
I made plans and promises and time,
surrendered them to an idol whose empty form was so powerful,
it wrung my wisdom dry.
Thoughtless.
If disclaiming reason is a measure of devotion,
unwelcome among absolutes,
let it wither in my mind.
After all,
believers don’t get buyer’s remorse.
I was sold before I knew the price.
Just let me behind the veil.
I made plans and promises and time,
surrendered them to an idol whose empty form was so powerful,
it wrung my wisdom dry.
It’s taken my body, this idol. Taken my voice and mind too.
Once flesh and blood, solid to the touch. Now, a silhouette…
a chilly shade of blue.
Thoughtless,
a downward spiral as I look at the sky;
my counsel tried to save me in time…
Such a beautiful shade of blue.
After all,
if I gave myself for a chance at Heaven,
then I can fall, and die, and start again
to find myself anew.