Qué tristeza me darás si te vas... una sonrisa que ha quedado atrás
So, I took today off. It wasn't necessary (obviously since I haven't done all that much today in my eyes), but it made it so much easier on me stresswise. I was just thinking what today would be like had I not taken leave, and it's sorta scary. I hate being rushed to that degree and for that much time. Thankfully, it didn't take place.
Days like this let me think about things and about who I really am. If you let me do whatever I want, not much gets done. Sure, the important things get done, but that's kind of the point, only what I consider important gets done. That's pretty much the way it works for everyone, but I'm not really all that sure that what I find important is what others find important.
Tomorrow might be another rushed day (similar to what today would have been), but at least I'll make my best attempt to go get myself a lunch that I didn't make myself.
There are bars on my heart
They don't prevent me from seeing out, just others from more than peeking in
For some, they're steal; for others, they're non-existant
Some have tripped over them
Others have jumped
Others couldn't see enough to find something worth working around them
For yet others, they weren't even present, not impeding anything
Thus, the bars aren't totally without my operational control
Of course not, they're part of myself
And raised and lowered as needed
"The moon will tell you that I want to see you
The sun will follow no matter how far you go
The wind will blow my name across your skin
And they'll all tell you that you have to, have to come back"
Days like this let me think about things and about who I really am. If you let me do whatever I want, not much gets done. Sure, the important things get done, but that's kind of the point, only what I consider important gets done. That's pretty much the way it works for everyone, but I'm not really all that sure that what I find important is what others find important.
Tomorrow might be another rushed day (similar to what today would have been), but at least I'll make my best attempt to go get myself a lunch that I didn't make myself.
There are bars on my heart
They don't prevent me from seeing out, just others from more than peeking in
For some, they're steal; for others, they're non-existant
Some have tripped over them
Others have jumped
Others couldn't see enough to find something worth working around them
For yet others, they weren't even present, not impeding anything
Thus, the bars aren't totally without my operational control
Of course not, they're part of myself
And raised and lowered as needed
"The moon will tell you that I want to see you
The sun will follow no matter how far you go
The wind will blow my name across your skin
And they'll all tell you that you have to, have to come back"