|i have exams on monday
||[Nov. 11th, 2006|08:32 pm]
Memoirs of a Foot
That’s what we’re making, footprints.
We’re not making stress headaches or study notes.
The back aches are from the night before, not the day to come
And we are most definitely not making lists of platonic solids
and mathematical equations.
We’re making footprints.
We’re making footprints shaped like late night conversations,
the kind that break up the platonic solids and equations.
We’re making jars of lollies hidden in the second desk drawer down,
We’re making lava lamps that mesmerize,
We’re making the background music,
that hums a soft interlude between pages.
We’re making footprints where each toe print represents a pleasant distraction
or a cleverly planned procrastination.
And each line stands for the friend that commiserated,
Came and was distracted with with us.
These are the footprints,
The memories we’ll walk with
Not the regrets or the trials and tribulations.
And I’ll keep a toe for the boy around the corner,
And another for girl who calls my number by instinct not memory
And maybe the last little one for the boy who joked,
And made me smile all over pie times the radius squared.
We’re making footprints,
i'll just remember that,
Maybe they were right
Maybe these are some of the best years of our lives...