It’s push and pull
The world pushes you away, but you have this massive will
Bigger than a series of constellations
That tethers you back
It’s that will
That binds me
It’s thicker than anything imaginable
It’s stronger than any physical bonds
It’s connected to a rope that’s infinitely long
No one can see it
But it makes you run
And come back
I can’t believe I’m hearing this same old tune again. How long has it been, like twenty-some years? Is this what it’s like being old now? My, how I’ve grown… into something no less different. Blank eyed and coming of age, sitting in the car and looking out the car windshield; I once watched my self being somewhere far away from this place.
Here I am, miles and miles away, across the seven seas, years and years down the road
Surrounded by dust and glitter under the eastern sunlight
Finding pieces of myself that my feeble arms have tried to hold together for so long.
How weird, to be hearing some same old tune
That I would’ve never chosen.