end of the road

I feel like falling in love
In that Frank Sinatraesque sort of way
I’ll dye my hair and put on some stockings
Go into town and throw down
Lay down the law, get clomped in the jaw
Then I’ll just come home
Sit by the window and smell the air
Remember when you were there last week
And I was young
And time stood still
And grass was green
And water was pure
I closed my eyes
Counted to ten
Made a wish
It broke the spell
Saw you for what you were
And me as I was
A reflection of myself as calloused
Wasted youth and abundant technology
data
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end of the road

9.30.09