one of my favorite songs.
you and I travel to the beat of a different drum
oh can’t you tell by the way I run
every time you make eyes at me
you cry and moan and say it will work out
but honey child I’ve got my doubts
you can’t see the forest for the trees
oh don’t get me wrong
it’s not that I knock it
it’s just that I am not in the market
for a boy who wants to love only me
yes, and I ain’t saying you ain’t pretty
all I’m saying is I’m not ready
for any person place or thing
to try and pull the reins in on me
so goodbye I’ll be leaving
I see no sense in this crying and grieving
we’ll both live a lot longer
if you live without me
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things
- Mary Oliver