Summer Nights
No, this is not about romance. Sorry if I got your hopes up.
They say you can't change horses mid race, but then that only applies if you consider life to be a race. I won't deny that it had been, in my book, up to a certain point, but its long in to the slumber now. Where and when the steam ran out, we will leave for another day. Its
years. But now we're here, with the horses.
So if you're not racing, if you're not even riding your horse, say if you're just walking your horse, can you still change it?
You know, its a good horse, you can count its teeth. Been around for awhile, tested and true, will get you places, will get you your living. You don't want to be the fool who left the gift horse run
away.
But the ride, it does get melancholy. Maybe I'm not a one horse person. Oh, this is not about marriage or relationships either, although since we were not going to talk about romance anyway, it should be apparent. Right? Maybe.
You know its a sign of trouble when you take your notepad out and start doodling instead of paying attention to the road ahead. Focus kid!
The Road Ahead, now that's pretty close to what we're getting at. If you don't see the road ahead, do you just go read someone elses book and superimpose some ideals?
You shouldn't end all your sentences with question marks, some has to be answers. I'd say slightly more than 50% has to be answers. Then it'll match up with that divine rule of being slightly better than 50/50. But then if I had faith in any sort of a divine rule, would this question mark still be here?
Can you teach an old horse new tricks? or is it getting to the point of intolerable cliche abuse. I'd say the latter. So I'll stop.
And oh, what's with summer nights? well, you know, it is us who chose and will keep on choosing the winter.
They say you can't change horses mid race, but then that only applies if you consider life to be a race. I won't deny that it had been, in my book, up to a certain point, but its long in to the slumber now. Where and when the steam ran out, we will leave for another day. Its
years. But now we're here, with the horses.
So if you're not racing, if you're not even riding your horse, say if you're just walking your horse, can you still change it?
You know, its a good horse, you can count its teeth. Been around for awhile, tested and true, will get you places, will get you your living. You don't want to be the fool who left the gift horse run
away.
But the ride, it does get melancholy. Maybe I'm not a one horse person. Oh, this is not about marriage or relationships either, although since we were not going to talk about romance anyway, it should be apparent. Right? Maybe.
You know its a sign of trouble when you take your notepad out and start doodling instead of paying attention to the road ahead. Focus kid!
The Road Ahead, now that's pretty close to what we're getting at. If you don't see the road ahead, do you just go read someone elses book and superimpose some ideals?
You shouldn't end all your sentences with question marks, some has to be answers. I'd say slightly more than 50% has to be answers. Then it'll match up with that divine rule of being slightly better than 50/50. But then if I had faith in any sort of a divine rule, would this question mark still be here?
Can you teach an old horse new tricks? or is it getting to the point of intolerable cliche abuse. I'd say the latter. So I'll stop.
And oh, what's with summer nights? well, you know, it is us who chose and will keep on choosing the winter.
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