the bottom of my feet is a small price
to pay for the universe to
be in my hands.
I pray that little specks of dirt and
leaves
and love will work its
way into my cuts and taint my
blood.
I want to feel the sting because what
follows the sting is a mother's voice
softly saying that it will be alright.
I want to feel the sting, I want to feel living,
there's a difference.
everybody knows that living is different than alive.
I have the universe in my hands so I can bring the
sky to meet my fingers
or maybe even
my fingers to meet the sky.
I can make the grass grow greener or my bones grow stronger
and whiter so
I will never break again.
I can make a bike pedal faster and turn the
corner without a
single warning.
I can run faster than anybody in the world,
if I want to,
and I can make the world speed up.
I have the universe
In My Hands,
but there's two things I can never do
even if I try.
I can't fall in love.
I can't slow down.
I asked you to hold me
not because I was chilly but because
there was a smoldering in my soul,
sometimes they call that love,
but all I needed was to pass it to you
so that my heart didn't attain the irreparable
damage it was used to.
I have the whole universe in my hands,
but I can't find love,
and I can't slow down.
