last night i went to a party between the pine trees and the cornfields of my old hometown and it fealt like we never left - we always talked of leaving. and i would have thought that these five years and just as many places would have left more than a scratch upon our lives.
and i don't want to grow up -
but that doesn't mean i want to stop growing.
it's right here in front of us -
these times these years were not enough.
back then it fealt like we were building something and i was building who i was.
but now i know that i have to gently dismantle it brick by brick.
still i wonder what foundation lies beneath,
but that's the only certainty we get.
we can live our lives like this is as good as it gets.
or let our dreams become our apathy.
or we can admin that the things we do and make are what we make of them.
and i don't want to grow up -
but that doesn't mean i want to stop growing.
it's right here in front of us -
these times these years were not enough.
back then it fealt like we were building something and i was building who i was.
but now i know that i have to gently dismantle it brick by brick.
still i wonder what foundation lies beneath,
but that's the only certainty we get.
we can live our lives like this is as good as it gets.
or let our dreams become our apathy.
or we can admin that the things we do and make are what we make of them.