Oct 08, 2002 19:25
For me, for Jen, for every silly person with silly thoughts...
She called my stories "sparks"
And then told me they were lost in disorganization
Well, if you want any of me
You'll have to take it confused, the way I am
I know that I'm in love
And I know that forever is a long time
But not too long away
To start planning for...
When you think you're the one who gets to choose
What you want to stay the same
And what you want to change
But I don't really know if it'll be up to me
Because, you see, space and time are a serious thing
So predictable in their unpredictability
The one-half we say is the half we think about first
But the other half takes up the same amount
Of space in our minds
And I know that once I'm done, it's okay
Even if I know what I'm thinking
It'll get dark without me being there to see it
And when it gets light again,
I don't act too surprised
Well, what I know is that you're the one
To make it so it can last forever
And I know it doesn't have to be that way
And even though I want it to be,
I don't have to get so caught up wanting
That I fail to realize that I don't want it anymore
Because there's the way that we just are
Comfortable
But there's also this idea that I am lost
I wasn't looking where I found
And now I'm done running around in circles
But I wasn't even running when I realized I could stop!
I'm so found, I feel lost
I'm not used to having this
And it's a beginning
And it's a close of all things else
Not so much an open shut door;
A short traverse down a hall
But like there's a new center and focus
The old one isn't necessary
And I don't quite know what to do with it
But I feel hope and joy with the thought of the new
Unfolding like lily petals
Fresh and clean and bright and new
Like I have never know