All along, it was as if there was a voice saying, “Wait for it. . . Wait for it…” That is one of the most important things I have learned in this life is to wait for the punchline.
You’re left with just a picture that survived a dream. You want to hide away from the world and it’s crazy schemes. If you could stand within this moment, Catch hold of what’s left by the tide, You might sweep away the silt And see what my love means.
We desperately need a place to stay for the night but we don’t have much money. We were not planning to stop here but our car broke down as we were driving to the next state over to visit our sick aunt.
Sometimes I just wake up in the morning and there it is invading my thoughts, screwing with my self-concept, smashing my ambition. I turn to ask, “HEY –WHO LET YOU IN HERE?”