I don’t do too much talking these days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had
A chance to
I don’t do too much gambling these days
These days I seem to think about
How all these changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I’d see another
I had a lover
I don’t think I’d risk another these days
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It’s just that I’ve been losing
La, la, la, la, la
I’ve stopped my dreaming
I won’t do too much scheming these days
These days I sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten
Please don’t confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
Pretty much sums up everything.
…Technically nothing’s really new about my life, except maybe a slightly alien sense of there being a tad more space for myself, mentally. More space, more grace, less chatter and less sharp objects inside my head.
Tis the season of reviving dying friendships.
Yet some die naturally anyway. Sigh.
Leaving much unsaid. And someday, as certain characters transition into absolute strangers again, nothing will be awkward anymore.
I’m not sure I look forward to that day.