Written on inspiration to the tune of ‘It is Hard to Get Around the Wind’ by Alex Turner

You sit by your window, and slowly everything moves,

but you’re left behind like you always have been.

There are no heroes, there are not even bad men,

everything is so ordinary that you want an adventure.

You want to leave your books behind

with paragraphs of old poetry and faded photographs.

All of their forgotten memories don’t register

and you try to think about how you used to laugh.

There is no simple map to the stars,

there are no easy ways about.

Some stories have good endings,

some just, y’know, like to muck about.

You wonder what immortality would be like.

Kind of like sitting on a beach

watching the waves with infinite hope,

and you grope your way around into the dark.

And you sit and wonder what you’ve been upto,

so many years have just gone about.

You feel lost in time and days just blur by.

And you wonder what the fuss is about.

It is not like you’re missing out on anything

because everything will always be the same.

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9:09 AM

26^th February, 2012