This is the second-worst blog I've posted this week.
"Let's commence to coordinate our sights
And get them square to rights
Get them square to rights.
Condescend to calm this riot in your mind,
Find yourself in time,
Find yourself in time.
If I am waiting, should I be waiting?
If I am wanting, should I be wanting?
And all around me.
Document the world inside his skin
The tenor of your shins,
The timbre of your limbs.
Now commence to kick each brick apart
To center on your heart
Starting with your heart, bright heart
If I am waiting, should I be waiting?
If I am wanting, should I be wanting?
And all around me, all around me.
If I am waiting, should I be waiting?
If I am wanting, should I be wanting?
If I am hopeful, should I be hopeful?
All around me, all around me.
It's it sunlight, it's it shadow,
It's the quiet, it's the word,
It's the beating heart,
It's the ocean. it's the boys...
It's you, my sweet love,
My sweet love,
Oh, my love...
And the light, bright light,
And the light, bright light,
Bright light, bright light.
It's all around me
It's all around me
It's all around me."
~A Beginning Song
The Decemberists, What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World
The Decemberists, What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World