Achin' To Be
Sunday, June 19, 2011
So strange how desire ebbs and flows.
At times, it almost seems manageable. "This isn't all that bad. I don't *have* to do anything. I can just stay here."
And then... and then... it's back. Stronger and more overwhelming than ever. Triggered by a gesture. A scent. A shape.
And there it is again. That.... pressure. From having a glimpse of a possible future. If you have the courage to make it come true.
But for now, it's still a longing. Just an achin' to be.
Achin' To Be
Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul
And she's kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin' in their seats
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day of the week
People look right through her
Baby doll, check your cheek
And she's kind of like a poet
Who finds it hard to speak
Poems come so slowly
Like the colors down a sheet
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out's a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She's achin' to be
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