«bon voyage» was something that i once said
and eventually regretted.
well, it’s come up again…and i wonder if
the same mistakes i used to make
could be remade.
cause «i’ve been through this before»
well i’ve said that too.
there’s just so much that we can fake
before we break ourselves into-two.
twenty two. the years can hardly catch up
with the years of playing catch up.
must there always be a catch?
what we really want is just ahead,
just over that hill.
and the more i learn, the less i try to climb.
the more we change, the more we wish
we stayed the same,
the more we try to fake ourselves into beliefs:
«the grass must be green somewhere!»
twenty two-the years can hardly catch up,
the years are playing catch up.
must there always be a catch?