Never Learn, Never Grow
“You never learn, June”, a furiou, despearte, stern voice is screaming inside my numbing heart. Yes, here I am again, amid another frenzy of essays. Hence, catchphrase of the month: 14,000 words due in less than a month! What have I been doing during the past 2 months? “Chilling-out”! As I made my bed, so I must lie on it now, comfortably or not.
I still remember the time when I would finish assignments a week well in advance. Ironically, that was not very far away-only two years ago, I think. See time not only flies, but also kills. The victims list goes endless: an ambitious mind, an industrial pen, a conscientious load of braincells, an endurable pair of eyes that don’t get dizzy every half an hour , etc.
And guess what am I doing simultaneously? Watching “Simple Life 2″ trash on TV, deliberately degenerating my descending level of IQ. Yes mate, let’s try to make the bed as messy as possible, eh? So that once we get through all this craziness after countless sleepless nights, we can proudly claim our extraodinariness and invicibility back?!
Older, none the wiser.
Dedicating this song to me, myself, and I –
Driftwood
(Vocal: Travis; Written: Fran Healy)
Everything is open, Nothing is set in stone, Rivers turn to ocean, Oceans tide you home,
Home is where the heart is, But your heart had to roam, Drifting over bridges,
Never to return, Watching Bridges burn,
You’re driftwood flating underwater, Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces,
Just driftwood hollow and of no use, Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you,
Nobody is an island, Everyone has to go, Pillars turn to butter, Butterflying low,
Low is where your heart is, But your heart has to grow, Drifting under bridges,
Never with the flow,
And you really didn’t think it would happen, But it really is the end of the line,
So I’m sorry that you turned to driftwood, But you’ve been drifting for a long, long time,
Everywhere there’s trouble, Nowhere’s safe to go,
Pushes turn to Shovel’s, Shovelling the snow,
Frozen you have chosen, The path you wish to go,
Drifting now forever, And forever moreYou’re driftwood flating underwater, Breaking into pieces, pieces, pnieces,
Just driftwood hollow and of no use, Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you,
And you really didn’t think it would happen, But it really is the end of the line,
So I’m sorry that you turned to driftwood, But you’ve been drifting for a long, long time…
