Not Sinking

So here's the plan, my friends:
Pinning hearts to sleeves again
And they won't come off easy
     --Not this time
        No not so easily this time

Some words scribbled down
On a yellowed piece of paper
"Meet up with memories later"
I think I must've been 14 in 1999

          I'll drive through the snow
                      and the ice
                and the rainy, filled up coursing wind
          I think I've remembered how we'd win
                      back in 1999

     So today we'll stay up late,
     Pile some hours up
          and enunciate
     We came from X and it relates
          to where we're headed now--to Y

So the years poured on
'Til they filled the fiery holes
          we used to have inside
          our hungry, paplitating cores
But with emptied tear ducts stinging
While the bells of Spring are ringing
Why the Hell do we wait to sing
          the songs we should be singing?

Now, it's true, I torched my atlases
Whilst busy burning effigies
          and symbols of the bridges I'd already burnt before

But with a regained grin, all resplendant
I've recovered our old ship's sextant
From the icy ocean I've been pouring out for years

          And with luck and winds behind us,
          I believe that we can find us
        A way back to new destinations
            maybe seen before.

Now, we've weathered windy seasons
Still we only need ideas
And a willing, wailing fire we'll stoke
     deep down inside our guts

So here's the plan, my friends:
Pinning hearts to sleeves again
And they won't come off so easy--

One more time; my plan, my friends
Is pinning hopes and dreams to skin
And let it come, what wind that will,
          We'll not be sunk again.

(September 29, 2010)