I have so much to say...
There's so much to say, I don't know even know where to begin. I can't believe it's June, it was just January yesterday. And December the day before that. Where are all the days going? How I wish there was some way I could record every moment, every day somewhere. If not all, atleast those moments that have made a difference. The thing is, there are so many of them, but not quite enuf. Somehow, just not quite enough.
We're such sad species. We want company when we don't want it. And when we have the company we yearned for just a day ago, which seemed like months ago, we can't wait to get away from it. And still we claim to be the most evolved species. Somehow, that never made sense some time ago. May be it does. No, it just doesn't. Sure it does!
How often we outgrow r'ships. How we look for ways to escape what we wanted just last night, a lifetime ago. How we look for people, ways and things to change our perception of tomorrow, and still, when the change is round the bend, are too scared to grab it. How we make excuses for people who let us down. How we pretend we don't need anyone and yet, somewhere in our minds, if not in our hearts, that maybe we really don't. Nothing changes, just nothing at all, yet people do. How can that be possible, I wonder. I keep on wondering, never quite finding an answer, but hoping that someday , somehow I will.
How we lean on pillars and yet pretend that our spine will do quite well, thank you. And how we ignore the same pillars once we've left them behind. How we try to bribe those we love with thoughtless gestures, only because we are too guilty of betraying them, but not wanting to own up. How we are susceptible to human frailties like everyone else.
How we always say that no one has all the answers in a way that suggests that "I KNOW MORE THAN YOU DO AT THIS PRECISE MOMENT". How we look for validation from those who have hurt us as well as our own, all because we didn't think it's enough that we love and are loved. How we want our yesterdays so desperately, because it completely takes away out thoughts of tomorrow from focus. Time is damn never on our side, and when we do realize it , if we ever do, it's always, all the freaking-time too late.
There is still so much to say to you today, and all of a sudden, I don't even know what to say to you anymore. Even after saying so much!
We're such sad species. We want company when we don't want it. And when we have the company we yearned for just a day ago, which seemed like months ago, we can't wait to get away from it. And still we claim to be the most evolved species. Somehow, that never made sense some time ago. May be it does. No, it just doesn't. Sure it does!
How often we outgrow r'ships. How we look for ways to escape what we wanted just last night, a lifetime ago. How we look for people, ways and things to change our perception of tomorrow, and still, when the change is round the bend, are too scared to grab it. How we make excuses for people who let us down. How we pretend we don't need anyone and yet, somewhere in our minds, if not in our hearts, that maybe we really don't. Nothing changes, just nothing at all, yet people do. How can that be possible, I wonder. I keep on wondering, never quite finding an answer, but hoping that someday , somehow I will.
How we lean on pillars and yet pretend that our spine will do quite well, thank you. And how we ignore the same pillars once we've left them behind. How we try to bribe those we love with thoughtless gestures, only because we are too guilty of betraying them, but not wanting to own up. How we are susceptible to human frailties like everyone else.
How we always say that no one has all the answers in a way that suggests that "I KNOW MORE THAN YOU DO AT THIS PRECISE MOMENT". How we look for validation from those who have hurt us as well as our own, all because we didn't think it's enough that we love and are loved. How we want our yesterdays so desperately, because it completely takes away out thoughts of tomorrow from focus. Time is damn never on our side, and when we do realize it , if we ever do, it's always, all the freaking-time too late.
There is still so much to say to you today, and all of a sudden, I don't even know what to say to you anymore. Even after saying so much!
I find sometimes its easy to be myself
ReplyDeleteSometimes I find better to be somebody else
I see you young and soft little baby
Little feet little hands little feet little hands little baby
A year of crying and the words creep up inside
Creep into mind yeah
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say
Here we have been standing for a long long time
Treading trodden trails for a long long time
I find sometimes its easy to be myself
Sometimes I find better to be somebody else
-- So Much To Say by Dave Matthews Band