And here I dreamt I was a soldier

And I marched the streets of birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go


I was really not thinking today. My call started at noon, and I wasn't all that hungry at 11, so I figured I would just eat at 1:30ish when the call got over. I didn't look very closely at my calender, though, because this call is 3 hours long. Now, I'm dying of hunger, and I still have two hours of not paying attention to the writer.


Currently Listening to
Castaways and Cutouts
by The Decemberists