This is consolation: In my letters to you,
I will grow no older. Years from now,
if you unearth them,
you will meet me again,
younger than you thought I was
when you were young,
so young you might blush
if someone were to spy us walking hand-in-hand.
—Mark Brazaitis, from “Young and Old,” in The Other Language (ABZ Poetry Press, 2009)
It All Feels the Same
TennisSONG of the DAY - It All Feels the Same ~ Tennis - from “Young and Old” (2012)
Took a train to
Took a train to get to you
Finally got there
And I couldn’t find you anywhere
We could be good but we don’t live the way that we should
Constantly told we’re imperfect and cannot be good
Took a train to
Took a train to get to you
Finally got there
And I couldn’t find you anywhere
We could be good but we don’t live the way that we should
Constantly told we’re imperfect and cannot be good
Tired of waiting around for you to intervene
Tired of wishing that you even knew what I mean
When I say your name
I look for a change
But everywhere I go
It all feels the same
When I say your name
I look for a change
But everywhere I go
It all feels the same
When I say your name
I look for a change
But everywhere I go
It all feels the same
When I say your name
I look for a change
But everywhere I go
It all feels the same
We could be good but we don’t live the way that we should
Constantly told we’re imperfect and cannot be good
Tired of waiting around for you to intervene
Tired of wishing that you even knew what I mean
