twilight, late summer.
an almost sixth grader living in a small house out past dearborn.
he’s put his fidgets to bed, now he opens his mind.
so much to see when the world stops shaking.
hopes to go along with dreams.
though certainly less dreams.
this year will be better.
it has to be.
Ha! Yeah, try as I might, hard to enunciate that many words at that speed. But never fear! Lyrics for all of the monday songs are available. Just click the Music tab at the top of the page and you will get a list of every monday song with links to the original post, lyrics, and also a direct download of the tune. The lyric page also has the song link so you can read along. (Haven’t worked out how to do the bouncing ball…)
Amazing imagery, as always. But this song’s really rich:
“in your scattershotgun mind
the blind beating the blind
all hope is lost until you find the pain”
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