'Till I Can Make It On My Own'
Kenny Rogers
I'll need time to get you off my mind
I may sometimes bother you, try to be in touch with you
Even ask too much of you, from time to time
Now and then, Lord, you know I'll need a friend
And 'till I get used to losing you, let me keep on using you,
'Til I can make it on my own
I'll get by, but no matter how I try
There'll be times that you'll know I'll call
Chances are my tears will fall
And I'll have no pride at all, from time to time
But they say, oh, there'll be a brighter day
But 'til then I lean on you, that's all I mean to do,
'Til I can make it on my own
Surely someday I'll look up and see the morning sun
Without another lonely night behind me
Then I'll know I'm over you and all my cryin's done
No more hurtin' memories can find me
But 'til then, Lord, you know I'm gonna need a friend
'Til I get used to losing you, let me keep on using you
'Til I can make it on my own.
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Passive Hope
"Tell me where your future is."
"What future?"
"The one that shimmers with infinite promise."
"It was lost by my apathy, by my weakness."
"By your own hand."
"Yes, riven by my own hand."
"Do you regret it?"
"I'm beyond that now."
"Have you wept for yourself?"
"There's nothing left to cry for."
"What will you do now, without your future?"
"Merely exist and be content."
"Where will that get you?"
"Honestly? Absolutely nowhere."
"Will that be enough to keep you content?"
"It has to be. There's nothing else."
"There has to be something more."
"There has to be, but there isn't."
"But why?"
"Because I can only half-live."
"And to half-live is to...?"
"Live life passively. Let the potential stagnate."
"Can't you do more? Can't you grow more?"
"The potential has already rotted. It can't be remedied."
"So there is truly nothing..."
"Yes, nothing but hope, hope for the next."
"The next generation."
"Where one is spoiled into rotting, the next won't be."
"And that is all that's left?"
"Yes. Passive hope."
Alli Panaginip.
"Tell me where your future is."
"What future?"
"The one that shimmers with infinite promise."
"It was lost by my apathy, by my weakness."
"By your own hand."
"Yes, riven by my own hand."
"Do you regret it?"
"I'm beyond that now."
"Have you wept for yourself?"
"There's nothing left to cry for."
"What will you do now, without your future?"
"Merely exist and be content."
"Where will that get you?"
"Honestly? Absolutely nowhere."
"Will that be enough to keep you content?"
"It has to be. There's nothing else."
"There has to be something more."
"There has to be, but there isn't."
"But why?"
"Because I can only half-live."
"And to half-live is to...?"
"Live life passively. Let the potential stagnate."
"Can't you do more? Can't you grow more?"
"The potential has already rotted. It can't be remedied."
"So there is truly nothing..."
"Yes, nothing but hope, hope for the next."
"The next generation."
"Where one is spoiled into rotting, the next won't be."
"And that is all that's left?"
"Yes. Passive hope."
Alli Panaginip.
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