If you could just give me a sign, just a subtle little glimmer,
Some suggestion that you’d have me if I could only make me better
Then I’d stand a little stronger, as I walk a little taller all the time.
Life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
about fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings,
and the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering,
and help us with remembering that the only thing that’s left to do is live.
After all the loving and the losing, the heroes and the pioneers,
I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous // Frank Turner