Resisting the Wind

Come.
Come with me now
To a dying, strange, and broken down town.
Down town.

I know if I go, then I'll never think of you again.
I know if I don't, then I'd just be resisting the wind.
And I can't rightly stay.

Now all we see of the heavens, turning
Are great balls ironically burning, burning
Stuck in our last destination.

I've defeated cars
But I'm bound
bound
bound
bound
bound
bound
bound

I know if I go, then I'll never think of you again.
I know if I don't then I'd just be resisting the wind.

Now I'm alone and I'm waiting.
Silently my heart is aching, aching.
Every last piece of me breaking, breaking down.
Down.
Down.

Turning.

The earth is turning, always turning as we go
In fact we're turning as we're turning being turned. Turned around.
We're all so tightly wound
We don't know where we're bound

Remember when the world was small?
The size of your neighborhood and Florida.
Shamelessly dancing down the hall
To records that were picked out by your mother.

And we wait around for answers like the answer's bound to come
But no one ever promised us we'd figure it all out
And now it's cloudy. Can't see the answers in the stars.
And I got clumsy. Dropped and broke my crystal ball.

Remember when the world was small?
The size of your neighborhood and Florida.
Shamelessly dancing down the hall
To records that were picked out by your mother.

Now Mother cries when you confess the invalidity in your white dress.
You just wanted love.
Like people go without goodbyes like people come, but we don't welcome them.
Who is there to blame?
For all the world's unhappy people living out there calls
Behind isolated fortresses made out of crumbling walls.

Remember when the world was as small?
The size of your neighborhood and Florida.
Shamelessly dancing down the hall
To records that were picked out by your mother.

I Did It Again

!!!

People go without goodbye like people come without a hi.

We are here
      For a long time. For forever.
Wake up, Child!
      Make a promise to your mother.

            [Go.....]

Know I fear
      For the others. For the others.
"You can't force
      Me to love her. Me to love her."

            [No.....]

Colored faces. Everyone.
      I will speak on behalf of you
      And walk a mile or two in your shoes.

            [We shall.....]

We shall conglomerate
      and mix around
      and procreate

Harboring your pain
      Like it's all you have to show
      For a life filled with hate

Aren't you tired?
Aren't you tired?
Aren't you tired?

You're making me tired just watching you.

We are here
      For a long time. For forever.

            [Go.....]

Belmont sings Chicagoland in harmony.

She says, "I don't really dream. I just write songs in my sleep."

I've defeated cars, but I'm bound to this street.
It's a perfect day, but I think I'd rather just sleep.

I grew a pair of wings, but I think I'd rather walk.
I've got a lot to say, but I'd rather not talk [about it].

I'm an optimist, but I'd rather sit and cry.
It's time to live it up, I think I'd rather just die [for now].

They all say they know, but they can't tell me why.
Skepticism falls and suddenly, it's like, "I think I know better."

He says, "I don't really dream. I just assume it's all reality."

And in a way, I guess it is.

Drinking Chocolate Milk Out of Coffee Mugs. Daily.

We rode bikes and talked about bigger things in Centennial Park. Mr. Puerto Rico is an excellent surfer, skateboarder, songwriter, and he was salutatorian of his class. He gives off this little cousin-like aura, but it's honest, so the company is still worth the while. He stripped down and ran through the fountain at Vanderbilt. I said, "Maybe next time."

On the way home, I made an ice cream stop at the gas station off of twenty-fourth and wedgewood.

"Spoon?"
"What?"
"I said, do you need a spoon, or are you going to lick it out of the container?"

She smiled and so did I.

It's not so much a fear of the new as it is a fear of a lack of the old.

Tomorrow, I shall buy a long, comfortable, cotton dress because few things make me feel better than comfort and looking pretty simultaneouly.

It's so close I can taste it.

Bittersweet.

But I'm too excited to cry and I feel too loved to be sad.