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relocation
I love this sorry street and this sad house
I love it because I know it well
I know all of it
all of its parts, all of its secrets
I used to run behing the stucco walls as a child
I used to cross the street on my bicycle
year after year passed in this home,
and as time passed I saw more
I learned more about these slow suburban streets
this is not a happy house, this is not a happy street
we are all just pretenders
people hiding behind polished wood doors, smiling cheerily when they drive by, never hesitant to give a wave
I never saw beneath that act as a child
all I saw was green grass and bumpy asphalt fit for playing on
Now I'm going off to make a new place my home
and I'm going to say goodbye to this one
and I'm scared to leave it,
I'm scared because I fear that it will fall apart
and when I come back, it'll be just as sorry and sad
perhaps even sorrier and sadder
and I'll feel awful for leaving it behind,
letting it grow old and weary, without my knowledge
I want to pour life back into it, back into my Mom and my Dad
I want them to feel the curiosity of childhood again
and to do the things that made their hearts beat gloriously and their minds race happily
the saddest thing is the way defeat crawls into people's bones
and forces them to sit and stare and sulk and shrivel up
they're not like they used to be,
see what time does!
I guess I can only envision how it used to be
when we all could laugh and play and love fully,
life and everyone in it.
I love this sorry street and this sad house
I love it because I know it well
I know all of it
all of its parts, all of its secrets
I used to run behing the stucco walls as a child
I used to cross the street on my bicycle
year after year passed in this home,
and as time passed I saw more
I learned more about these slow suburban streets
this is not a happy house, this is not a happy street
we are all just pretenders
people hiding behind polished wood doors, smiling cheerily when they drive by, never hesitant to give a wave
I never saw beneath that act as a child
all I saw was green grass and bumpy asphalt fit for playing on
Now I'm going off to make a new place my home
and I'm going to say goodbye to this one
and I'm scared to leave it,
I'm scared because I fear that it will fall apart
and when I come back, it'll be just as sorry and sad
perhaps even sorrier and sadder
and I'll feel awful for leaving it behind,
letting it grow old and weary, without my knowledge
I want to pour life back into it, back into my Mom and my Dad
I want them to feel the curiosity of childhood again
and to do the things that made their hearts beat gloriously and their minds race happily
the saddest thing is the way defeat crawls into people's bones
and forces them to sit and stare and sulk and shrivel up
they're not like they used to be,
see what time does!
I guess I can only envision how it used to be
when we all could laugh and play and love fully,
life and everyone in it.