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The Road Goes Ever and Ever On

I Know You're Out There, Somewhere Out There

Jack S.
11 October
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Young boys should never be made to go to bed; they always wake up another day older.

If I could tell the world just one thing it would be that we are all okay and not to worry because worry is




in times like these.

I had to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart.

My dearest friend,

if you don't mind,

I'd like to join you by your side, where we can gaze into the


and sit together,

now and forever.

For it is as plain as anyone can see,

we're simply meant to be.

Marry me girl be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation.

Oh, God, it's wonderful
To get out of bed
And drink too much coffee
And smoke too many cigarettes
And love you so much.

I can


as loud as your last one, but I can't claim innocence.

Don’t get emotional
And death shall have no dominion
There’s plenty of time, my darling
Are we not still young and easy?
Don’t shout.

Baby said he couldn't say, wouldn't put his lips to mine, and a fail to kiss is a fail to cope.
I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified, come on put a little love here in my void."
He said, "It's all in your head," and I said,
"So's everything.

I'll tell you that I always want you near, you say that things change, my dear.

He's wearing your clothes, head down to toes, a reaction to you. You say you know what he did, but you idiot kid, you don't have a clue.

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall, like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall, and so it seemed to confess. It didn't say much, but it only confirmed that the center of the earth is the end of the world.

We don't even care, as restless as we are, we feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts, and poured cement, lamented and assured, into the lights and towns below, faster than the speed of sound, faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope.

Well what the heck? I went and did my best and, my God, I really tasted something swell! And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky!And at least I left some stories they could tell, I did.

It would be wonderful to say that I regret; it would be easy. But what does it mean?

What does it mean to regret when you have no other choice?

(But I don't see how you could ever be anything but mine.)


All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.

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