Friday, August 3, 2012
A Challenge For The Actor
i wish i was a different boy and when i fly away i’ll be a different boy a different boy a different type of paper
let me show you the same things over and over again.
you’ll be lost but you won’t need to be found.
in a perfect kind of perfect
kind of better than the other things you wanted but just couldn’t get and if you had to pick your favourite moment of life it would be this one or the one that happened just before.
i want to see the world but not from the boat floating on the water.
i want to free the world but not from the confines of normalcy and privilege.
i have high hopes flying high hopes wishing life would be a bit on my side
and i’ll be a different boy.
i’ll be a different boy a different boy a different type of music sheets on my bed spread is taking a break from the laundromat to sink in all those things that we think are just the ends and just the means to everything that seems but won’t seem true.
i haven’t asked another person. i want to be a different boy a different boy i’ll be a different boy.
you’ll ask me you’ll wait for my answer and you’ll see.
it’s a pity party for the souls that you once tried to throw overboard you couldn’t say goodbye to them
they were apart of you and they were your friends you had the chance to say it’s over.
and you knew the better way to find a four leaf clover in the middle of a forest or a meadow and when you can find the answer you will still be caught in the middle.
i want to be a i wish i could be a i am going to be a different boy a different boy a different boy.