MARTIN OSNER |
it’s far too late to think about perfection
it’s perfectly clear that I am not the one to save the day
climb mount everest, or discover the cure for baldness
but there's this
I’m still me
I can live with being the man that I am
and that's enough
when that door finally opens
I’m walking through
whatever comes next is alright by me
james lee jobe
snow fell
and I stayed home from school for no reason
I didn't go outside to play
I just read my books all day
with the radio on loud
the beatles
the yardbirds
like that
the day felt sad although nothing sad had happened
it was as though my life had not yet begun
and I was waiting for that
in a sort of limbo
I was wrong of course
that was my life right then
as this is now
and every moment counts
as much as every other moment
but I was a boy and white snow was falling
from a gray sky onto a gray world
white upon gray
and I watched this through the bedroom window
as the yard filled
what did I know
nothing
I just felt
james lee jobe
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please be polite.