InsaneJournal

Current location:	Honolulu Airport, Gate 8A
Current mood:	thoughtful
Entry tags:	shit involving me

and you think of all of the things you've seen, and you wish that you could live in between
Wake up! Stop dreaming!
Stop prancing about the woods!
It's not beseeming
What is it about the woods?

Back to life, back to sense
Back to child, back to husband
You can't live in the woods
There are vows, there are ties
There are needs, there are standards
There are shouldn'ts and shoulds

Why not both instead?
There's the answer, if you're clever
Have a child for warmth,
And a Baker for bread,
And a Prince for...whatever-
Never!
It's these woods

Face the facts, find the boy
Join the group, stop the Giant-
Just get out of these woods
Was that him? Yes, it was
Was that me? No, it wasn't
Just a trick of the woods

Just a moment
One peculiar passing moment
Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always "or"?
Is it never "and"?
That's what woods are for
For those moments in the woods

Oh. if life were made of moments
Even now and then a bad one
But if life were only moments
Then you'd never know you had one

First a Witch, then a child
Then a Prince, then a moment-
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish
Only just for a moment
These are dangerous woods

Let the moment go
Don't forget it for a moment, though
Just remembering you've had an "and"
When you're back to "or"
Makes the "or" mean more
Than it did before
Now I understand
And it's time to leave the woods