O what, O what, O what, do you say
To someone who is going away?
Do you bid them farewell
Say have a nice day
Reminisces about O’l times
Take a walk by the bay?
After all they are just leaving
Not going astray
will be back in time
Not a permeant stay
But still all the more you wish to say
The right words to someone who is going away
Perhaps there are none
No words will suffice
Just break the silence
Just say something nice
For something o something is better to say
Than nothing to someone who is going away
And in due time they will find their way
Back to a place called home and they’ll stay
Finally, you will know what words to say
When they are back here with you
On a different today
It’s the most pequilar thing walking into a house late at night.
But the strangeness occurs before you even step inside
You push your car door open normally, as there is no need to be quite in the company of crickets
And you shut it normally not in fear of disturbing coons
You can’t help but to slowly take a large gulp of midnight air, because out here is a much different world then inside.
Your first signs of tentativeness begin with the steps, you place your feet lightly, anticipating the creaks, and get off them as soon as you stepped on them.
You see that the porch light is on, a thoughtful gesture to you, a gesture which you have not returned by coming home at a time when it would not be needed.
You turn that doorknob ever so slowly and gently, and attempt to mask the sucking sound the door makes when your new life intersects your old one.
You block out your memories of today as you shut the door, carefully this time, as not to disturb those that love you.
You take off your shoes for barefoot simplicity
Your unintended, unnanouned, presence into the midnight lives of others is distrubted by your unawareness to a new flower arrangement placed by the hallway
Something you didn’t know was there, because you were not around to witness it’s rearagment
You pick this up quickly and quitly, and your homecoming goes along without further incident
You go to bed all by yourself
Because that’s what you wanted
For what it is worth, here is what I have learned in 23years:
-Going after your dreams is not just spending time on them, or committing to them, being passionate about them, it is about CHOOSING them. When you are younger it is easier to chase something because no aspect of life gets in the way, however, as we grow older and the world becomes the onion we never knew it to be, with many layers each circling deeper than the others we realize that to do the things we want we often have to do other things that we DON’T want to do in order to make it happen, we have to choose between the things we need equally, we have to fight to make dreams happen when reality wants to stomp them
-Not all your friends will be there forever plain and simple, you can count the number of GOOD friends you have one hand, any more than that and you are delusional…
-The role that you fill, your friends fill, your parents fill all changes as you and your life changes, the sooner this is accepted the easier it is. The phrase “you’ll understand when your older” is really true
-Coffee just gets better… and more expensive