In basements with set lists
Written on the backs of hands
Or scraps of paper--floating to the floor
From the floor
Mothers watching from the back accused of tiring
10 pm Monday night
It is summer and we are almost young
Almost old
But just having fun
Find inspiration in others' beauty and art
Defy the 9-5 and just Be
We are few who know the secret greatness of one another
I have been lost in the outside world
Only to find I am wilting without this
Written on the backs of hands
Or scraps of paper--floating to the floor
From the floor
Mothers watching from the back accused of tiring
10 pm Monday night
It is summer and we are almost young
Almost old
But just having fun
Find inspiration in others' beauty and art
Defy the 9-5 and just Be
We are few who know the secret greatness of one another
I have been lost in the outside world
Only to find I am wilting without this
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1 comment:
gorgeous~
"almost young, almost old..." love that line.
you will wilt no more. :)
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