Cherry Tree

Don't you hate those days where everything you say, no matter how well you mean it, or how interesting, or funny it's meant to be, it comes out idiotic? You say everything wrong, and at the end, you just feel stupid and regretful--like you shouldn't have talked at all?

I guess everyone has to roll a one sometime.

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Over your shoulder, please don't mind me
if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine
for I've been watching and wondering
why your face is changing with every line you read.

All those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she could it would be wonderful, but my pride is in the way.
I cannot read to save my life, I'm so ashamed to say.
I live in silence, afraid to speak
of my life of darkness because I cannot read.

For all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she could it would be wonderful.
Then I wouldn't need someone else's eyes
to see what's in front of me. No one guiding me.

It makes me humble to be so green
at what every kid can do when he learns A to Z,
but all those lines and circles just frighten me
and I fear that I'll be trampled
if you don't reach for me.
Before I run I'll have to take a fall.
And when I pick myself up, so slowly
I'll devour
every one of those books in the Tower of Knowledge.

Midterm Papers are the Little Death

And now my roommate is locking me out. Charming.