It's Strange The Times People Choose To

I Look At People Holdings Hands In The Hallways, And I Try To Think How It All Works. At The School Dances, I Sit In The Background, And I Tap My Toe, And I Wonder How Many Couples Will Dance To ‘their Song.’ In The Hallways, I See The Girls Wearing The Guys’ Jackets, And I Think About The Idea Of Property. And I Wonder If Anyone Is Really Happy.

And I Thought About How Many People Have Loved Those Songs. And How Many People Got Through A Lot Of Bad Times Because Of Those Songs. And How Many People Enjoyed Good Times With Those Songs. And How Much Those Songs Really Mean. I Think It Would Be Great To Have Written One Of Those Songs. I Bet If I Wrote One Of Them, I Would Be Very Proud. I Hope The People Who Wrote Those Songs Are Happy. I Hope They Feel It's Enough. I Really Do Because They've Made Me Happy. And I'm Only One Person.

It's Strange To Describe Reading A Book As A Really Great Experience, But That's Kind Of How It Felt.

But Right Now I’m Here With You. And I Want To Know Where You Are, What You Need, And What You Want To Do.

There Is This One Photograph... That Is Just Beautiful. It Would Be Impossible To Describe How Beautiful It Is, But I’ll Try. If You Listen To The Song “asleep,” And You Think About Those Pretty Weather Days That Make You Remember Things, And You Think About The Prettiest Eyes You’ve Known, And You Cry And The Person Holds You Back, Then I Think You Will See The Photograph.