Might As Well

[conqueror49worm]

I hear pointe shoes
like they're hooves.
I feel open as a hymn book.
No one sings the praises. Voiceless as the saints 'cause
the bravest ones always took
out their own tongues.

Midas, well, might as well.
Everything that flexes will one day fold.
Release all that you've held,
or watch it turn to gold.

Gotta let it out.
Let it go.

Bruises blue
as denim jeans,
badges hard earned not from enemies.
My weakness is my own. A weed that will not grow.
Every neighboring stem leans
out toward the sun.

Gotta let it out.
Let it go.
Gotta let it out
before my body's cold.

Midas, well, might as well.
Everything that flexes will one day fold.
Release all that you've held,
(The reeds, they whisper,
the blood of the ox herd.)
or watch it turn.