No Regrets
just wrap it up in plain paper, please.
nothing fancy.
Regrets should never be fanciful.
just ordinary clothes hanging from a barely alive line.
No Regrets, the paychecks sing in unison.
Learn to adapt, said the boulder rolling downhill,
nobody judges anybody tonight.
The hotel lobby is long and wide.
You could disappear in it.
Maybe it's not a hotel, but a heart.
Growing larger every second with
the pain of loving life.
if you truly love being alive, the pain
doesn't hurt that much, eventually, it
becomes something that connects you up
to yourself.
just give me a few more seconds to hear the end
of this tune.I am trying to remember it's name.
It does have a name, I think. It's not one of those
untitled jobs.
just hold off from slamming the door
for another minute.
don't cut me off, or yourself.
leave us both open, somehow.
leave us both able to feel.
don't try to disappear in me,
and i will always try to find you.
---Scott Wannberg
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