There are those days
Where I would rather be
Anywhere else, or
Doing anything else, or
Talking to anyone else.
I'd rather ride the
ancient yellow Schwinn in the shed
To the cemetery
Pay my respects to Baby Lanny
And
think.
I'd rather drive to Chicago
Stay by the Pier for a while,
Drinking warm cocoa eating a hot dog.
I'd rather stay in my room,
curled up under a blanket
Reading and staring out the window.
That's not how life works, unfortunately.
So I have to take my responsibilities
And wield them with a
heavy
heart
Waiting until a time
Where I can drive to Chicago.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
There are those days
Where I would rather be
Anywhere else, or
Doing anything else, or
Talking to anyone else.
I'd rather ride the
ancient yellow Schwinn in the shed
To the cemetery
Pay my respects to Baby Lanny
And
think.
I'd rather drive to Chicago
Stay by the Pier for a while,
Drinking warm cocoa eating a hot dog.
I'd rather stay in my room,
curled up under a blanket
Reading and staring out the window.
That's not how life works, unfortunately.
So I have to take my responsibilities
And wield them with a
heavy
heart
Waiting until a time
Where I can drive to Chicago.
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