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I Am Yield
There's something growing deep inside of me that I simply choose to ignore.
It's getting larger, getting heavier. I'm still not sure whether or not it's
legitimate to say I never saw it coming or that I didn't even know it was there.
I've just been forgetting what I know to protect what I have yet to find out.
After all, what you don't know can't hurt you. Unless you remember; you get a
cold reminder from the world around you. But I remember lots of things; flying
off some tangent on whatever the last thing was that I was talking about; talking
to somebody, looking down at the floor; running down the walls, jumping up cliffs.
And what do these events have in common?
Each time, what exactly was I doing?
Each time; talking, talking, talking. My words just don't have enough momentum
to reach any ears. They just fall to the floor the second they leave my mouth. I'd
pick them back up, but they aren't worth the effort anyway. So I've been told,
so I've been reminded.
Either way, I couldn't re-launch them quickly or powerfully enough to be heard.
I've learned it time and time again. It may be in my best interest just to look
down at them for a while; maybe analyze them, maybe just take a quick glance at
them. I could just leave them there for whoever wants to try their luck with them.
And it's just my luck that I can't stop thinking about driving; just getting in
a car, riding on top of all those words, recollecting whichever I choose. I could
simply adjust my speed to the conditions and road signs; slow down when I see
certain people, speed up when I see certain others.
When you watch your own reactions to certain people, it's interesting what types
of parallels you can make to the road. Drink up, speed up, slow down. Observe the
situation, proceed with caution. Watch for oncoming people and cars.
Just as the combination of everything in the world is like a long road, each living
person is like a road sign.
I am "yield."
And people slow down far too much whenever they notice I'm there.
There's something growing deep inside of me that I simply choose to ignore.
It's getting larger, getting heavier. I'm still not sure whether or not it's
legitimate to say I never saw it coming or that I didn't even know it was there.
I've just been forgetting what I know to protect what I have yet to find out.
After all, what you don't know can't hurt you. Unless you remember; you get a
cold reminder from the world around you. But I remember lots of things; flying
off some tangent on whatever the last thing was that I was talking about; talking
to somebody, looking down at the floor; running down the walls, jumping up cliffs.
And what do these events have in common?
Each time, what exactly was I doing?
Each time; talking, talking, talking. My words just don't have enough momentum
to reach any ears. They just fall to the floor the second they leave my mouth. I'd
pick them back up, but they aren't worth the effort anyway. So I've been told,
so I've been reminded.
Either way, I couldn't re-launch them quickly or powerfully enough to be heard.
I've learned it time and time again. It may be in my best interest just to look
down at them for a while; maybe analyze them, maybe just take a quick glance at
them. I could just leave them there for whoever wants to try their luck with them.
And it's just my luck that I can't stop thinking about driving; just getting in
a car, riding on top of all those words, recollecting whichever I choose. I could
simply adjust my speed to the conditions and road signs; slow down when I see
certain people, speed up when I see certain others.
When you watch your own reactions to certain people, it's interesting what types
of parallels you can make to the road. Drink up, speed up, slow down. Observe the
situation, proceed with caution. Watch for oncoming people and cars.
Just as the combination of everything in the world is like a long road, each living
person is like a road sign.
I am "yield."
And people slow down far too much whenever they notice I'm there.