With feet of clay, on clay we stand
You, and I, and every man
We strive and scheme each passing hour
And revel in our earthy power
Yet in that space behind the eyes
Where wild imagination lies
We slip these fleshly bonds of ours
And find ourselves among the stars
I tend to write songs and poetry quickly, after having a line or two just pop into my head. It bothered me from the first that the last two lines of this one don't rhyme unless you use a common mispronunciation of the word "ours" but I just went with it because I liked the imagery.
ReplyDeleteAfter looking at it a couple more times, I'm thinking the second-to-last line could be changed to "We slip our fleshly bonds and bars", which would not only rhyme better, but also adds the idea of being contained (not just held down or back) by our physical selves. What do you think?
I'm sorry, but Google won't let me think!
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