grazing sheep whose fleecing makes a fool of me
billy pilgrim has come unstuck in time.
listen:
when I meet someone, I just want to sit down, look them in the eye and say; "tell me about something you really believe in." why don't people just put themselves out like that, why can't people be raw and honest??.
you know what? so much of the time I'm afraid to say what I'm really thinking, and I hate that. I analyze what I want to say and feel like its full of kinks and wax and awkward things and I never just do it. but I want to say so many things, I have stories to tell, so many little histories I want to stop having to hold. Unimportant, maybe. But maybe profound. I have a voice as legitimate as any.
yes...I sit outside getting high and I tell my stories to myself, sometimes out loud, sometimes in my head, but I always tell them and believe in them - I think we all need to feel believed in, I mean isn't that what people chase after in some form or another? Not just believed in but romanticized and important, we want our lives to take shape like a good book, something someone 30 years down the road would want to pick up and read about. and be moved by.
I feel I'm reaching a point in my life of sorrowful reflection - sorrowful because I know that as a person ages they stop feeling things as intensely as they did when they were 15, 17, 20. things cease to be new and youthful amazement fades. I miss innocent days, and I want to go back to all those monumental-gone-reminiscent times.
rewind rewind rewind
**
love well young man
while you still can
once your leaves turn
you won't love again
listen:
when I meet someone, I just want to sit down, look them in the eye and say; "tell me about something you really believe in." why don't people just put themselves out like that, why can't people be raw and honest??.
you know what? so much of the time I'm afraid to say what I'm really thinking, and I hate that. I analyze what I want to say and feel like its full of kinks and wax and awkward things and I never just do it. but I want to say so many things, I have stories to tell, so many little histories I want to stop having to hold. Unimportant, maybe. But maybe profound. I have a voice as legitimate as any.
yes...I sit outside getting high and I tell my stories to myself, sometimes out loud, sometimes in my head, but I always tell them and believe in them - I think we all need to feel believed in, I mean isn't that what people chase after in some form or another? Not just believed in but romanticized and important, we want our lives to take shape like a good book, something someone 30 years down the road would want to pick up and read about. and be moved by.
I feel I'm reaching a point in my life of sorrowful reflection - sorrowful because I know that as a person ages they stop feeling things as intensely as they did when they were 15, 17, 20. things cease to be new and youthful amazement fades. I miss innocent days, and I want to go back to all those monumental-gone-reminiscent times.
rewind rewind rewind
**
love well young man
while you still can
once your leaves turn
you won't love again