We Need a Myth

We need a myth

We need an amethyst bridge

We need a high hanging cliff

Jump, fall and lift

We can make it

We need a myth

We need a path

Through the mist

Like in our beds

We were just kids

Like what was said by our parents

I guess

What we're after is just this

We need a myth

I feel my heart's like a fist

I want words spilling out

From the blessed lips

Of any prophet or goddess

I need a myth

Brought back to life by a kiss

Scrape away grey cement

Show me the world as it was again

In a myth

A red ribbon to reconnect

The lady's head to her neck

And to forget that her throat

Was ever slit

I guess

What we're after is just this

A myth

And I'm sick

Of all these picture books that try

To steal some old reflections for their light

But desperate measures point to desperate times

Which is why

We need a myth

We're cut adrift

We need a mass uplift

The world is trembling and weeping

And at the point of believing

In a myth

The sun that shines on my head

The moon that lights me to bed

Were two identical twins

In a myth

I heard the voice of a friend

On Lethe's banks

Wading in

He said

"Before I forget

We need a myth

As we lean in to kiss

To get two nails

Through the wrist

To get covered in blood

And to get covered in spit

And to forgive."

And if all we're taught is a trick

Why would this feeling persist?

And with the truth closing in

I must insist

We need a myth.