April 10, 2011
I don't read as much;
I feel out of touch.
I'm going to be 23,
What an age to be...
What will tomorrow bring?
Will I finally start to sing
All the tunes within my hold?
Can I be so bold?
Tell me a story,
Colorfully, like Rory.
Banter with me, like Dylan --
There are crowds to be a-killin'.
I wish that I still loved books;
I miss all the twists, and hooks.
I can't escape all these looks
That I get outside of my books.
What will tomorrow bring?
Will I still be okay to you?
I don't know what to do,
If you all say we're through.
