The Doorman

I'll wake up earlier than you.
The morning will come and
I'll have been there at my place, the only place
I need to be, for the only reason I've ever been there.
You don't know these things-
you haven't a care. You wake up
and try not to notice me standing at the double doors
I've stopped from creaking, try not
to trip on the silver plate I tap my foot on to make you
aware, and try not to miss the bus, and miss
whatever life deals you next.
What will it appoint you to, and why
must you go?
Why must you fly through these wooden, aging doors so quickly?
Are you afraid they will swing, propelling forward and
slamming angrily
against the backs of your heels? It might inflict,
but wouldn't it get you
to wherever you are off to faster? For that
is surely what you all want most- you, always fleeing.
I know not
the color of your voice or
the spinning of your world.
Why won't you stop to let me see what it's like to
fall into the crevass of real life and
mere existence. I feel a balancing on end.
This can only be existence- only the middle line
in the script I speak. I have no real task
among the faces I see come and go from this lonely, blank port
of exit and return.
I have a name like you.
Won't you stop to see what I conceal under
the navy rim of this hat and the faded tips of these gloves that
are far from paired.
I'll wake up earlier than you. The morning will come
and I'll have gone to another place, away from where you'll think I'll be,
for the only reason you've ever thought I've been there.
And where will you go?
Your doors will be closed and I
will be on the other side...

Tim McGraw

You said the way my eyes shined
put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, that's a lie.
Just a boy in a chevy truck
that had a tendency of getting stuck
on backroads at night and I was
right there beside him
all summer long,
and then the time we woke up to find that
summer had gone...

But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song,
the one we danced to all night long,
the moon like a spotlight on the lake.
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress,
think of my head on your chest,
and my old, faded blue jeans.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me...

September saw a month of tears
and thanking God that weren't here
to see me like that.
But in a box beneath my bed
is a letter that you never read
three summers back.
It's hard not to find it all a little
bittersweet,
but looking back on all of that it's
nice to believe

But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song,
when you turn your radio on you'll know
and I hope it takes you back to that place...
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress,
think of my head on your chest,
and my old, faded blue jeans.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me...

(.Taylor Swift.)

Be The Baby