After more new than I know what to do with,
I suddenly find myself returning to
The old; the familiar. Listening to songs
To which I know all the words, that hold
Memories of more nights spent awake
Than I care to remember.

Partly I am using this friendly, faithful music
To remind me of who I am underneath
The new found spirit of adventure
Juxtapositioned alongside calmer and more
Careful thoughts than I've ever managed before.

For this outgoing, talkative person is still
The quiet, shy one trying to blend into the corner,
Incapable of doing anything braver than gaze
From afar and write poems about those he'd
Most love to speak to...

And this calm, unmoved man is still
The hopeless, irrational boy who falls in
And out of love all too easily.

It's good to know I can be happy
And be me after all...when a friend's
Elegantly simple advice such a short while ago
Seemed completely impossible to follow.

Perhaps these songs mean so much to me
Because I subconsciously shaped my life
To make them more appropriate to it;
So that they could be more to me
Than simply masterpieces of which I can never tire.

Or maybe there is merely truth in
The idea that there is a song for
Every event, every person that comes together
To make memories, and these songs
Happen to be some that fit.

12/22/2003

Posted on 01/05/2004
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince