Stay Awake

This is not only about mountains, oceans and worlds. This is heart.

It’s about connection to my world, that’s the same as your world, but maybe markedly set apart. For reasons unjust and unfair, so I must beg you to listen, put down your cup of tea, of apathy.

My heart isn’t big enough to feel all my sorrow, their sorrow, your sorrow; to hear all the pain, but I want to. And my shoulders can’t carry everything that we need but I’m trying to.
It’s all too heavy for my slight frame, can’t fight this Ender’s Game. What’s in a name? My claim to fame is “What can I do?”
Bury my head in the sand? Or throw up my hands? I’m losing it, man.

I can’t possibly ignore all the anguish of those around me, when you’re a part of me and I am a part of you. The same, but different. We’re both in it.
So I’ll hold out my hands and my shaking legs will stand just the same as those who join on the right and on my left. C’mon, everyone, together now, our world’s undone.

I know, it’s not all up to me on my own, all alone. But apathy, it’s trying to seep, to the depth of me, into my bones.
And it’s too much, makes my head spin and spin and spin …
But to sit down is to let horror win.
I want to acknowledge all the pain and the suffering in this world, which is an impossible endeavour when I’m all on my own, so thank god I’m not in this alone. But I have to start somewhere. I can’t sit at home, still like stone, stoned on the airwaves that numb me and clone us, all sacks of bones, til we’re shown the next heartbreak on our screens, and yet so many more are unseen. Did you think the news exhausts all of the blues of our communities, tells the stories of all?

I don’t know what to do (my anthem)
But step one for me and for you is to resist what tries to silence us when we’re filled up to our eyes in muck, welcome to the suck. Hold on, dig in, the long haul we’re in.
Hey, apathy. In my head and my bones – I see you. I’ll kill you. For the sake of my sister, my brother, and yours and our home.
Hey, apathy – you erode and you thieve and extinguish the drive of our dreams.
Hey, apathy – be gone.
I’ll knock you out of my bones and my head til you’re dead.