Achin' To Be

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