Hoping

I want to play in a band with a crazy name
so I can grasp my destiny and reach for fame
take my broken heart and bring it from shame
so I can kill the puppet that bears my name

I want to catch a spider weaving her web
talk to Arachne and have her tuck me in bed
because if she does I just might finally ebb
and catch these dreams with our hope-laced web

I don't want to sing 'cause I can't carry a tune
but I'll take your hand and we'll fly up quite soon
where we'll land on a planet seen only in June
and dance our lives to a never-ending tune

I want to kiss your lips though it's been a while
'cause maybe you'll speak with me, maybe you'll smile
I'll kiss you everywhere; you'll think I have style
and when our hearts melt, we can both wait a while

We'll go see Arachne and visit that star
we can sit with her spiders and strum our sitars
we'll weave webs of doors and leave them ajar
they'll let the wind in, blowing straight from that star

But for now we're broken; just dead marionettes
we're playing our own tunes, never the same set
our hearts keep spending, going deeper in debt
I want to try harder but I'm just a marionette

Smiling, I hold my heart on this lonesome lane
holding that spindly dream in our web laced with pain
hoping to kiss your heart when we're once more insane
reaching for your hand, walking this lonely lane

Author's Note

I wrote this for a contest on figment.com hosted by none other than Billy Collins. Didn't make the finalists, but whatever, I never do.