"my people"
Running on empty,
but at least we're still running,
even if we're only running out.
Out of promise -
out of all hope
or just out the door
to above and beyond.
Beyond oblivion, reason,
beyond ambition, the boundaries
of what we thought we knew.
We knew all along,
but never let on,
we knew too much, yet
did too little, too late.
Little did we know,
better late than never
and a little goes a long way.
I'm longing to go
a long way away,
with anyone to anywhere.
So anyway, just watch us
running on empty,
but at least we're still running,
even if we're only running out...
but at least we're still running,
even if we're only running out.
Out of promise -
out of all hope
or just out the door
to above and beyond.
Beyond oblivion, reason,
beyond ambition, the boundaries
of what we thought we knew.
We knew all along,
but never let on,
we knew too much, yet
did too little, too late.
Little did we know,
better late than never
and a little goes a long way.
I'm longing to go
a long way away,
with anyone to anywhere.
So anyway, just watch us
running on empty,
but at least we're still running,
even if we're only running out...
3 Comments:
that's a good poem.
well, yeah. But why?
Something nice on November 27. Go figure.
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