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o, sanity.
if I knew what that was, would I be here?
anyway, he says it's over-rated; I don't know what that means.
who rates sanity? who wants that kind of responsibility?
is it on a scale of one to ten?
I will tell you what this is right now, though:
my life exists, not in a vacuum, because we don't even have carpet,
but off in the middle of nowhere, in a country foreign to the one where I was born,
which is a poetic way of saying
somewhere else.
singing loud to echo off the tile floors,
we look for ways to make and manage,
wake with the sun and smile like it, at it, with it,
and this unexpected life of mine is worth it for sand between my toes,
for the rainstorms and the random power-outages,
for the goodnight hugs and the ever-increasing in-jokes.
I think I have, at last, what everyone wants.
I think this is, for once, exactly what I was looking for, without ever knowing.
if I knew what that was, would I be here?
anyway, he says it's over-rated; I don't know what that means.
who rates sanity? who wants that kind of responsibility?
is it on a scale of one to ten?
I will tell you what this is right now, though:
my life exists, not in a vacuum, because we don't even have carpet,
but off in the middle of nowhere, in a country foreign to the one where I was born,
which is a poetic way of saying
somewhere else.
singing loud to echo off the tile floors,
we look for ways to make and manage,
wake with the sun and smile like it, at it, with it,
and this unexpected life of mine is worth it for sand between my toes,
for the rainstorms and the random power-outages,
for the goodnight hugs and the ever-increasing in-jokes.
I think I have, at last, what everyone wants.
I think this is, for once, exactly what I was looking for, without ever knowing.