Entries for July, 2009

July 6th, 2009

You just don't care

Breakfast at Tiffany's
Deep Blue Something

You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

I see you -  the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over,
And I hate when things are over -
When so much is left undone

And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

mood headache
read Angels and Demons by Dan Brown
watch Criminal Minds season 1

yahn @ 06:07 PM [Add comment/s]

July 19th, 2009

Doubt

What If

I wonder what I could have been
as an aspiring teacher, accountant, or even a nun,
if I chose the lowly path, dared a little more instead;
would I have been much more successful or a tad bit remorseful?

I wonder where I would be now
in the province, in the city, or maybe in another nation;
if I opted to stay instead of leave, or have them take me away against my better judgment;
would I still be staring blankly at the doodle filled white board like what I'm doing just now?

I wonder what I'd be doing at this instant
straining my eyes with visions of mind-boggling symbols,
if I happen to pursue the definitions of letters in text rather than equivalence of variables in equations;
would I get this much migraine and still enjoy the 'scenery'?

I wonder I'm gonna hang out with
the best, the popular, the influential, the hypocrites, the conscious, the hideous, the wallflowers,
if this was a different setting, a different crowd;
would I stand out, or would I have stepped on anybody?

I wonder which questions I would be asking instead,
and which answers I'd dare seek and defend.
Then again, come to think of it: who really cares?
What's the point of dwelling bitterly on the "what if's"?

yahn @ 06:53 PM | Book Of The Yahn [Add comment/s]