Rory went to
And had fun
And hung with lovely, cool, friendly people
And felt alive and young again
He also moved out of his house
And is now writing this from a top secret location
Which is not deep inside a mountain
Or on a Pacific island
But may one day be
And back in
Three hours after leaving King's Cross
He was chasing thieves
And untangling messes of Oxfam paperwork
And in his homeless state
And his uncertainty
He wasn't as happy as he was in
And that's something he never thought he'd hear himself say
But it's true
His lack of friends
His lack of interests
All the things he hoped he'd find when he moved here
Nothing seems to have come to pass
His job...
His manager is pissing him off!
He longs again to quit and leave
Or be fired
Like he always does
He's in danger, perhaps
Of drifting off into space again
Like he always does
He doesn't know what to do
Even that relationship that seemed to be putting itself back together
The one with X
Seems not to appeal anymore
Like he's forgotten about it
Like something's changed
During that weekend away
(Maybe it was the CO2)
And Y, the one he hurt
Wrote him a long letter about all the things he did wrong
And all the things that are wrong with him
And though it seems kind of unjustified and misplaced
Like she's missed the mark
Like she doesn't really know him
He's not really bothered to defend himself
Everyone's entitled to their opinion
Everyone's got their own trip to live
And him...what does he want?
To be in that place that feels right
To be with those people that feel right
Where one can be himself
Where life is happening
Where things occur
One is too young to die just yet
(By death one means 'not live')
So voluntarily homeless and confused once more
It's time to hang out in the uncertainty
To resist the urge to rush back to what's safe, the known
To wait...
For the thing that will occur, that will reward
That leap of faith that says
"I want more - I demand satisfaction!"
To life
And when life says, "do you?"
And when you have shown you do, through sufferance
The thing will come.
I am me, I feel
This world, my oyster
And I'm sorry, guys
Because I know you're reading this
And I'm guessing you'd like more
Something different
But...I wasn't able.
I'm smiling now; I want to say "thank you"
I feel some love
I'm done
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