Its about having a big enough argument, a larger context than your debate opponent.
I was once a droplet pushed around
like a dog running in a human crowd
a mouse in a jungle or a vanilla marble
but then I left home and learned and grew
I hoped that growing would solve things, and for a time it seemed like it did. I learned in what ways I had been petty, had not thought big enough. I began to think bigger.
I learned to surround, to best and break pride
became the undertow and the pawing tide
even that was too small to stop all tattle
I grew even larger to check mate the prattle
I was larger and pretty cool, but some people were cooler. They were..slippery or something. I felt sometimes I was merely a spill or a splash and not a pawing tide. I had to grow bigger, so I checked my own petty thoughts again and grew my arguments and my mind.
I became the darkness before the cloud
my prism of passions pressing words down
smiling and smouldering I'd slide
spindly tongue an imprisoning row
Still not big enough. Unbelievably, I'd outgrown one class of problems, but now I had bigger ones in focus. The old stuff was childs play, but maybe I was thinking too small again. My arguments got bigger and swallowed the older ones.
larger I grew til I was the sky
could say no to the climbers that wanted to fly
but the dam earth beneath me was spinning
If I didn't keep up it would pass me by
So I said goodbye to my dear earth and headed into space.
Dam it was cold. Dam I was lonely. And dam it was cold.
this poem is unfinished
I was once a droplet pushed around
like a dog running in a human crowd
a mouse in a jungle or a vanilla marble
but then I left home and learned and grew
I hoped that growing would solve things, and for a time it seemed like it did. I learned in what ways I had been petty, had not thought big enough. I began to think bigger.
I learned to surround, to best and break pride
became the undertow and the pawing tide
even that was too small to stop all tattle
I grew even larger to check mate the prattle
I was larger and pretty cool, but some people were cooler. They were..slippery or something. I felt sometimes I was merely a spill or a splash and not a pawing tide. I had to grow bigger, so I checked my own petty thoughts again and grew my arguments and my mind.
I became the darkness before the cloud
my prism of passions pressing words down
smiling and smouldering I'd slide
spindly tongue an imprisoning row
Still not big enough. Unbelievably, I'd outgrown one class of problems, but now I had bigger ones in focus. The old stuff was childs play, but maybe I was thinking too small again. My arguments got bigger and swallowed the older ones.
larger I grew til I was the sky
could say no to the climbers that wanted to fly
but the dam earth beneath me was spinning
If I didn't keep up it would pass me by
So I said goodbye to my dear earth and headed into space.
Dam it was cold. Dam I was lonely. And dam it was cold.
this poem is unfinished