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No One Remains The Same

I'm not sure what this is. It started as a dream, I think. I wrote some words down about the feeling I had, about the character that appeared. I thought it might be a song, but no. It's just this:

She wakes up at three AM, and blinks to clear her head
There is no sound, the house is still and dark
Silent, decisive foot steps - in seconds she's at the door
Grabs her keys, her bag, doesn't bother to make the bed

She hesitates on the back porch and looks out at the night
Though shaking, she knows, she must, she has to go
Lets the door close behind her, then she gets into her car
And in a moment, the road ahead is an unknown life

When there's nothing left to do, and no one left to blame
Hard times are harder, when ya gotta make a change
When there's just the sound of blue, you move to a whole new game.
'Cause no one ever remains the same.

As she drives she thinks the way it was, for years she just made do
Empty men, empty jobs, endless bottles of booze
Can't forget that first time in the mirror - oh the ache in her aging face
Broke down right then and knew she had to make a change

She moves, she moves, she knows what she's gotta do
Pomp and circumstance - graduate to a whole new school
Learn how to win with a brand new set of rules
Use your heart, make it work, make all new friends
Push down the fears you feel it'll be good in the end
'Cause staying 'round here amounts to nothing in the end.


-LFB  2009

Comments

  1. Seems so many things come from dreams. I think this is beautiful, I can feel the desperation there. Lance, tell me about the quotes, why are they written as separate quotations? Anyway I think it's great, thanks for dreaming.

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  2. Yes, beautiful. She is palpable. I feel her. I want to know she's ok.

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