Livewire
My face grows hot, my legs itch to move
Hands dance with angst, I’m out of my groove
I’m a live wire with pursed lips and kind eyes
but terrified like a deer when she hears her faun’s cries
Panicked like a dove after first shots ring
Heart beating so fast, like it’s dying to sing
A hot electric current hidden in a plain ol’ body
Wiring’s 28 years old it was bound to be faulty
Don’t get too close it’s got a deadly voltage
Patience and hardware seems like there’s a shortage
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And like a lion that just has a family to feed
I don’t intend to snap, spark, kill or be mean
A lighting haze causes friction, covers my eyes
My gaze closes in, jolting thoughts sure I might die
So maybe wear rubber shoes and an extra thick skin
Because electricians are out of the tax bracket I’m in
I’m learning a little on my own, simple tricks
A deep breath here, nothing big, just a small fix
Because I hate how I feel when the power’s turned off
Exhausted and disappointed, a war lost but hard fought
Thinking I might grab a cable, run off and just dive
Into a canyon, the sea, anywhere this wire won’t be live
