Rule of Action - Eleanor Friedberger

Days with no structure and nights with bad dreams

When we don’t know if the door is open or closed

(I'll stop now, I’ll put it all away)

Understanding the point of you

It’s my own distraction, my failure of attention

(I'll stop now, I’ll crush it down today)

Never being, wishing to be

Never being, wishing to be

Always on edge

I write upon the edge

So I’m a writer on the edge

With a map of everywhere we’ve been

The script is very strong

It needs no revisions or intermissions

Just some heavy drinking to calm our own weak nerves

(I'll stop now, I’ll put it all away)

Armed with a needle, a pen and brown paper bag

The needle for writing, the paper to cover my face

(I'll stop now, I’ll shove it down today)

Something happens, it blurs

Something happens, it skips

Something happens, blurs, its skips, it fades

Blurs, its skips, it fades

But I’ll breathe

And I’ll live