[for Anne]

If you died today
would you have any regret?
Because you did, you know.
Yeah, you bet.

We all die a little bit
every little day.
And which of those will be our last
we have so little say.

So mind, today, how you do your dying,
the dying we all do in a day.
Because mindful dying is just mindful living.
So live a little
every day.

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The lyrics may be wrong
but the distance
is near
between these sentiments, not long.
Just the range of
a tear.

Remind me of a song,
and suddenly,
my dear,
my whole afternoon is gone.
Or should i say,
it's here.

Whisper of worship.
Soak girl in warm candy cream.
Caress until wild.

Brown eyes glow bright.
Serve one. Love much.
Of needs, we speak, then meet.

Steam, rise. Cloud, burst.
Rain, fall. Skin, touch.
Lather, rinse, repeat.

Sheer awe jumps hearts.
In care we trust.
Even if it wanes.

Because today
love is enough.
It lifts, and sustains.

Here's to the rebels who stroll the paths
of this sordid zoo of mine,
and feed my heart with kindness
despite the clearly posted sign.

Some give a little more,
Some a little less.
That is their duty
to their own conscience.
But all give freely.
That is yours.

I want to have friends
that I can trust,
that love me for the man I've become
not the man that I was.

And I want to have friends
That let me be
all alone, when being alone
is all that I need.

I want to fit in
to the perfect space,
feel natural, and safe
in a volatile place

And I want to grow old
without the pain,
give my body back to the Earth
and not complain.

Will you understand
when I am too old of a man?
Will you forget,
When we have paid our debt?
Who did we borrow from?
Who did we borrow from?

-

Okay part two, now clear the house.
the party's over, take the shouting and the people,
GET OUT!
I have some business, and a promise that I have to hold to
I do not care what you assume, or what the people
TOLD YOU!

-

Will you understand
when I am too old of a man?
Will you forget,
When we have paid our debt?
who did we borrow from?
who did we borrow from?

I want to have pride
like my mother has
and not like the kind in the bible
that turns you bad.

I want to have friends
that I can trust,
that love me for the man I've become
not the man that I was.

--The Avett Brothers - The Perfect Space