A Little Better Instead of big bright butterflies Infesting my insides, I’ll imagine moths and crickets, To slightly soften the blow. Instead of hearing screams and a curse, I’ll mangle them until All I hear are words In a language no one knows. If all I can control Is what’s inside of me, I’ll wrangle in the whole world By changing how I see. It may not be perfect, But I am its creator. It may not be spotless, But it’s a little better. I will bend the land to my will, And form a world like a quiet ship’s mast. I will bend the rivers and stars And seal them up tight, to force them to last. And if I dare say it, While my tongue isn’t bitter, Maybe I’m getting Just a little better.
