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‘ALWAYS FORWARD, NEVER BACK’

May 4, 2017

Just a little something I wrote a few weeks ago, the day after I got out of hospital.  Most I’ve fallen in love with something I wrote myself in the longest time.  Doubly so because it was written from start to finish in less than thirty minutes, all on the one park bench.  And, for some reason, I thought to take a photo of where I was when the idea first popped into my head, and another right after I finished the last chorus.

It’s actually kinda special to me, in ways I don’t even quite understand myself yet.  Plus I just CANNOT. GET. IT. OUT. OF. MY. DAMNED. HEAD.  Which is even more hilarious because it’s total 1950’s-style Frank Sinatra/Perry Como smoothly crooned nostalgia (granted, with some good old Lorde-style Green Light-like verses).  Like, you can literally hear the chestnuts roasting over the open fire when you listen to it.  I dunno – maybe that’s why I love it so much?  It’s the so sincere and honest and warm – like a big whiskey-soaked hug.

ANYWAY, posted for posterity..

 

+10 Points to Twitter-dor for accidentally choosing to format this tweet better than I ever could. SCORE.

‘Always Forward, Never Back’
Leaves are meant to fall
And suns are meant to set
And chalk drawings on the sidewalk are meant to be stepped on
Salt is meant to pepper
And every day you’re better
When your heart has been broken in two
So you can start anew..

Without the dark I couldn’t see the lights
That light the park, that make the street walks brighten up
Without the branches fallen on the path, and all their leaves
I couldn’t see for the trees..
Leaves are meant to fall
And suns are meant to set
And chalk drawings on the sidewalk are meant to be stepped on
Salt is meant to pepper
And every day I’m better
When my heart has been broken in two
So I can start anew..
Without the shadows, people couldn’t be themselves
Free of all the judgements, free of all the fears that drown our hearts out
Without the safety, of a falling branch
We couldn’t build our home, a place where we could grow
Housed in dead wood..
Leaves are meant to fall
And suns are meant to set
And chalk drawings on the sidewalk are meant to be stepped on
Salt is meant to pepper
And every day you’re better
When your heart have been broken in two
So you can start anew..
So I walk towards another open arms
And I dance a dance I don’t even know how
And I know I know that butterflies are flying free
And I know I know that where I’ll land is where I’ll be
Stronger and free..
Leaves are meant to fall
And suns are meant to set
And chalk drawings on the sidewalk are meant to be stepped on
Salt is meant to pepper
And every day we’re better
When our heart has been broken in two..

Leaves are meant to fall
And suns are meant to set
And chalk drawings on the sidewalk are meant to be stepped on
Salt is meant to pepper
And every day we’re better
When our heart has been broken in two
So we can start anew..

END.

AND YOU CAN DANCE … FOR PIC-SPIRATION.  COME ON (COME ON!)

“Leaves are meant to fall..” – The magic moment where it all began..

“Suns are meant to set..” – Always Forward, Never Back, Sometimes In The Middle.

“and Chalk Drawings on the sidewalk are meant to be stepped on.” – I literally could sit in this spot forever, even after all these years. In hindsight – I surprised I’ve never been inspired to write here before..

THE END – Part One.

THE END – Part Deux.  One day I’m going to work out a way to format these last two pictures side by side, since they were taken in the same time and the same place and join at the lamp post on the right/left side of each.  BUT NOT TODAY..

FIN.

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