take me to the movies
take me anywhere
i won’t cause a scene
i’ll behave, i swear
but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
take me to the movies
take me anywhere
i won’t cause a scene
i’ll behave, i swear
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I’m quite certain that 5, 10 years from now, I will look back on this and laugh at how (not quite) young and foolish I was.
I’m also quite certain that 5, 10 years from now, I wouldn’t be as young, but I would still be as foolish.
Cowardice… is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend functioning of the imagination.
Within which I regurgitate my angst, so that I won’t burden people around me. How conceited, then, that I do this only to maintain some mythical, fragile facade. Oh, look, I’m rambling again.
Like diarrhea flowing into a pit…
