the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Fitting Into Outgrown Shoes

I told you today,
I told you two months ago...
Don't flatter yourself
But now you know.

"Silence isn't hatred."
That's a lesson you must learn
Or else you'll singe your skin
Against matches unburned.

Have you ever heard of continental drift?
It's the sad gift of solitude in marginal shifts,
But it does prevail...
And I know that I'm dropping this on you like hail
But keep your limbs in the car and hold onto the rail.

This is a natural occurrence
And you have to have the endurance
To stay strong and... endure!
And I'll stick with you until I can finally make sure
That you've really grown out of those childish shoes
Because they're useless and foolish and leaving a bruise.

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