Bluebird, Where You Gonna Go Now?

And how brutal we all are to (all) our past selves.

And some nights we just want to walk on and on and on and on - but we can't. We've got all these responsibilities and commitments and obligations. And don't we wish we never grew up? And some days, like these, maybe we believe.

"And you'll fall in love again," she threatened.

And partaking of a stranger's happiness on a train, as she reads a birthday card, perhaps from a lover. Perhaps not.

"And were you ever lost, 
and were you ever found?"

And she casts no shadow on nobody, 
and nobody cares, nobody does not get hurt.

"And are you ready for this life? 
The world is calling out your name, 
there's another future out there for you.

And this, and that too, shall eventually pass. 
The universe is riding off with you."

And oh, bluebird, I would not ever 
try to capture you.

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 The dust motes swirling in the sunlight
as it streams through the open window.

A woman tending the fire to the sound
of crackling firewood.

The smell of tea fills the air. 

Home can be found -
Two and a quarter time zones away.

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