it's what i do... i dream

I’m all for believing if you can reveal the true colors within…

November 12, 2009
Normal, IL

My hands are always cold
And facing up
And pointing west


I haven’t done anything substantial
Or important
I haven’t sculpted a beautiful figure
Out of red, dirty clay
I haven’t shaken hands with POTUS
Or played thumb wars with Oprah
But I like to think that I’ve done more
Than let them sit there idle

These hands have made paper mache
World globes, complete with lumpy hills
And perfectly blue oceans
I’ve written on birthday and anniversary cakes
And made cards when my friends are having
Shitty days
I’ve written goodbye letters and
Held them safe
Until I felt I could smile and wave
For the last time
I have felt
I’m all for believing if you can reveal the true colors within…

November 12, 2009
Normal, IL

My hands are always cold
And facing up
And pointing west


I haven’t done anything substantial
Or important
I haven’t sculpted a beautiful figure
Out of red, dirty clay
I haven’t shaken hands with POTUS
Or played thumb wars with Oprah
But I like to think that I’ve done more
Than let them sit there idle

These hands have made paper mache
World globes, complete with lumpy hills
And perfectly blue oceans
I’ve written on birthday and anniversary cakes
And made cards when my friends are having
Shitty days
I’ve written goodbye letters and
Held them safe
Until I felt I could smile and wave
For the last time
I have felt