More babbling

Long live Icarus

Here’s howling at the barriers…

Here’s howling at the barriers

Those wretched limitations

Those niggling frustrations

That crop up in all our conversations

Like an implicit strangulation

On the young throats of our ambition

To keep us in our given position

And mock us with their solidity

And their mutually agreed validity

Here’s howling at the barriers

Here’s howling at the barriers

And the strange culture of commerce,

Versus what’s natural and true

And the softly sickening distance

Stopping me from kissing you

And the insidious creeping shyness that never really goes away

And the ever-smiling Christians who with straight faces say

“You’re welcome to romantic love… provided you’re not gay”

Here’s howling at the barriers

Here’s howling at the barriers

And the neo-conservative pundits who sneer

“There’s no soul in the human, just jealousy greed, and fear”

“And our only natural place is locked up behind bars”

“We are dogs, fit only, to bark at the stars”

But we are not.

We are astronauts.

We are everyday magicians.

We are friends who open the door at 5am with a wry smile.

We are soul-saturated.

Beneath a brittle veneer of cynicism and defensiveness

We are dancers, poets, comedians, child-like lovers

Free-wheeling anarchically through the unknown, Therefore:

Let’s live on the edge of every second

And scream out what we feel

Let’s set fire to the rulebooks

And let’s keep it unreal

And tomorrow we’ll start an amazing plan

Here’s what will do the trick for us

We’ll fly ourselves straight into the sun

Long live Icarus.