AC/DC: Thunderstruck, accompanied by the 101st Airborne Division in ACTION!

Who am I to speak of my life?
Speak visibly into the open;
Where anyone can look, or hear
A lonely voice, so sad, and true

Always hiding behind crafted commotion.
Girl, made woman, from low viscosity;
Cannot let hearts every emotion
Roll over and under blue thunder.

I want to hide, become invisible.
Scrub my surface clean. Let life’s blue,
Push down Earth’s episodic green;
Wash away the dull colors in between.

This self, adroitly shimmers out of view.
Like super nova’s stellar stuff would do.

© 2009 Sara Coslett