I’m beginning to think
that no matter what you throw away
you’ll wish you’d kept it,
and no matter what you keep
after a while it becomes faded.
these things comes to mind
when you try to smile,
it’s expected, you know.
and the tissue paper
wrapped around your dreams
to keep them from falling apart
just clutters the closet
that should be filled with trophies
of boys you’ve kissed and those who miss
your laughter when you’re not around.
so it gets me thinking on days
like this, like these that pass
when I know each day is better than last
they just keep expanding, then contract
back into themselves when you come around.
for every moment you curse the future
if only you’d known you’d feel that way
in the past
when you kept turning the cold shoulder
to things now knocking on your door
I think we’d bless each moment
as if it were our last.
we’re a progressive race:
to settle for what you have
is to let others surpass
and there’s no way to live with that.
everything’s to blunt,
too evasive for words
we’d like to settle for someone
who knows just what we mean
but every time their words and your ears
are at a crossroads
you kick them to the curb
and run the red light.
I’ll never be anyone else but me
so why do I imagine I can do these things
that I can’t?