once upon a time i knew a man
with a desire
a man who would stand
in the water with the
waves crashing against his
toes, craving the moon
shine
he would seek to find
a man who wanted to be
who thought he
could be, and so he ran
hard, and fast, and
believed he would win
heart beating so fast
it seemed he would
burst
he often asked for directions
he used to be,
oh he used to be
i sat right there
and watched him be
i've seen his eyes
and held his hand
and watched him find
the promised land.
he used to be.
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i have long envied the writers of myth and dreamed of living in ancient times so my words would shape our most primal memories
1 comment:
so i wrote this while thinking about my dad.
it's rather odd... he went from being the reason for hatred, to a need to understand myself, to a distant memory. that's why i said he used to be.
if know my father, he's convinced god to put in a golf course.
i wonder if he'd prefer mac or pc?
it's odd how such real things can fade
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