It's not that uncommon.
Twenty-four hours brings a new dawn,
a new day,
a new chance to make things right,
to change.
Where are the crowds of people,
faces upturned, red from cold,
in February? Late October?
What makes tonight different?
(Glitter, people, glitter
don't let your spirits down.
It's a new morning,
a new day –
set things right.)
A new day.
That's all a change of year is.
(I resolve to love the world this year,
and so far,
so far,
I'm doing fine.
I'm soaring.
I'm burning like the fireworks over your heads.
Let me toast you with all I have,
with all I am –
you with your glitter and cheer –
let me see you
The sky only ever clears at night.
It's been years
since he really saw the sun, since he
stepped outside
since he
knew,
since he
was no dark, all light.
--
That doesn't mean he minds, though.
--
Things are quieter at night. 1 sleeps in his chair half the time, staff held loosely in his hands, the dim glow of the fire reflected in the glass of his eyes. 8 is never far, his movements smooth as he turns his knife over and over in his hands. In the day the power in their leaders 1 dubbed so for his cunning, 8 for his brute strength frightens him. They notice too much. They stretch too far, reaching him no matter how far a
I've estranged myself,
lost myself,
in a flood of words and visions.
No way through the tumult
that I can see,
no way to end my misery.
(I'm searching, but they are blind
they're reaching out, but I can't see it )
There's a hole in my spirit
where my heart should be
(I'm reaching out, but they are blind
they're searching, but I can't see it )
I'm stumbling, lost,
through the darkness,
no solace, no light, no sun
I've turned them all away
one by one.
(I'm losing it, losing my identity,
and when vision returns,
there'll be nothing left to see.)
It's not that uncommon.
Twenty-four hours brings a new dawn,
a new day,
a new chance to make things right,
to change.
Where are the crowds of people,
faces upturned, red from cold,
in February? Late October?
What makes tonight different?
(Glitter, people, glitter
don't let your spirits down.
It's a new morning,
a new day –
set things right.)
A new day.
That's all a change of year is.
(I resolve to love the world this year,
and so far,
so far,
I'm doing fine.
I'm soaring.
I'm burning like the fireworks over your heads.
Let me toast you with all I have,
with all I am –
you with your glitter and cheer –
let me see you
The sky only ever clears at night.
It's been years
since he really saw the sun, since he
stepped outside
since he
knew,
since he
was no dark, all light.
--
That doesn't mean he minds, though.
--
Things are quieter at night. 1 sleeps in his chair half the time, staff held loosely in his hands, the dim glow of the fire reflected in the glass of his eyes. 8 is never far, his movements smooth as he turns his knife over and over in his hands. In the day the power in their leaders 1 dubbed so for his cunning, 8 for his brute strength frightens him. They notice too much. They stretch too far, reaching him no matter how far a
I've estranged myself,
lost myself,
in a flood of words and visions.
No way through the tumult
that I can see,
no way to end my misery.
(I'm searching, but they are blind
they're reaching out, but I can't see it )
There's a hole in my spirit
where my heart should be
(I'm reaching out, but they are blind
they're searching, but I can't see it )
I'm stumbling, lost,
through the darkness,
no solace, no light, no sun
I've turned them all away
one by one.
(I'm losing it, losing my identity,
and when vision returns,
there'll be nothing left to see.)
Trust me, you don't want to hear about them. The majority will be taken care of by the first of May in any event.
But hey --
In the middle of an indecisive crisis on about five different levels, my astronomy class decided to make a petition to send me to the College of Wooster. One girl drew a cow. They all signed it.
The other day one of them commented that the six girls of our class were practically sisters. At the time I wasn't quite sure what to think of that. Now I'm pretty sure I do.
*and small miracles
Trust me, you don't want to hear about them. The majority will be taken care of by the first of May in any event.
But hey --
In the middle of an indecisive crisis on about five different levels, my astronomy class decided to make a petition to send me to the College of Wooster. One girl drew a cow. They all signed it.
The other day one of them commented that the six girls of our class were practically sisters. At the time I wasn't quite sure what to think of that. Now I'm pretty sure I do.
*and small miracles