Superposition I
The indeterminacy of letting go.
I kicked Out of a marriage Out of a self-sentenced career Out of a shelter packed full of the great American scheme I kicked Punting in the dim glow before firstlight Into busy intersections in open daylight My footswings breaking the quiet of twilight Starring in feathered dreams after midnight My pilgrim pockets leaded with guilt The path over my hills of shame and mourning Only meals empty to sustain me Through all the wildfires of my hatching I kicked. I kicked. I kicked. I kicked. Until there was nothing The motion without purpose Until I kicked open my shadow and out spilled the Universe
Bonus: For the Love of Lyrics
On bended knee is no way to be free Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently That all my destinations will accept the one that's me So I can breathe
—Eddie Vedder, Guaranteed