She's Electric

She's electric, so I guess that makes me rubber.
Incompatible, but forced into coexistence.
Today I could have said I love her.
A tragic coincidence.

A hunk of rubber, I am unflappable in the wind.
I do not not blow from side to side.
An unwavering hope of a love I might find.
Waiting to see what God decides.

Positivity is draining work.
A system built with a mandatory default am I.
Every day plowing through the grime and the murk.
Waking up on a mission to stare into despair's eye.

A hunk of rubber, I do not break down in the waves.
Blocking the shore from siege, I fear no storm.
Giving those behind this wall of me time to run to the caves.
I accept this pain as necessary, as it is not for me I mourn.

I pray for those who balance on the wire.
I know not their worries, their pains, the blows they're suffering of.
I pray they avoid entrapment in the mire.
I pray in hopes that they'll always know that it's them that I love.

A hunk of rubber, I melt in the fire.
Of different form, I am, changed, I am not.
I am a puddle of myself, but I see this not as dire,
For I am not broken, hope I still have, love I've still got.

A hunk of rubber, cooled off in the dirt and ash.
My shape is different, my stature is lost in history.
But along I keep going, slowly, life isn't a dash.
A hunk of rubber, searching for wisdom, and finding mystery.