Poetic Life - 4/30/2012

These are the lyrics to a new Scales of Motion song we've been playing at shows recently:

I am a lot of talk,
a run-on sentence, a bore.
I have a lot of ideas, no more.

Pages of lovely words line my floor.
Is this all that I have to show?  Lord, I want more.

I'm theoretical.
My life's a thesis at best.
Where's the beauty in that?

I was made for more than words.
A phrase is no phrase without verbs.
Give me a poetic life.

Limp as the flattest prose,
I have no depths to be plumbed.
I want a life worth examining.

Pages of lovely words line my floor.
Is this all that I have to show?  Lord, I want more.
What will be said of me when I'm gone?
Am I content to live my life only in song?

No, I want my life to be poetry,
poured out like a well of ink
on the pages of history
or at least in lives of those I meet.

I want grace in every part of me,
not just in the words I sing.
I want passion and melody
to be the essence of me.

I was made for more than words.
A phrase is no phrase without verbs.
Give me a poetic life.