Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He alone
with his and his records and his telescope
with all the locked
piled upon each other one by tedious one
until the pressure finally a diamond like thought
and he was sad
Ive every book,
Ive heard song,
and Ive seen every star the safety of my bedroom.
and i am empty.
in defeat he slumped forward with his eyes still pressed the telescope
just his lungs began to expand,
he rapidly,
alternating his eyes squinting
and his eyes as wide as saucers
he out, "of course"
with all the hours spent up
it never crossed his to veer straight ahead.
He spent days days taking it all in
he say children to become men
and men to become fools.
he saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos,
he watched until he could each scene from memory,
eventually he wrote his own books what he saw
and he made his own songs about what he thought he had
until almost he believed what he was creating to be true
until lie upon lie piled on top of
until the pressure created a pearl-like thought
he to the world,
Ive seen all of your
and Ive heard all of conversations,
and i am hungry.

In frustration,
he to his knees
and began to his head against the old wooden door
"of course" he out
and hesitation
ha up,
put on his coat and hat, and the knob.
but hid first step even hit the ground
he was faced with the most unexpected of
one that he could figure to be
his favorite books and records refer to as love.
"where are you going?" she him
"i know"
"me too" she
ill take you there, she her tiny hand
and him away with her.

walked until their feet bled
during their journey she told him all the she had been
and all the people she had met the way.
a new emotion began to unfold of him
one he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking through his
it was the word
why would she me? he thought.
i so little
not to lose her interest,
he began telling her stories he thought she be impressed by
but all they did was make her question his strength and ability to battle the
that she knew would surely jump out at one day
but she still kept her faith in him and they continued

what things they saw
danced in dark caves,
warmed their faces by the of fires,
and played with brilliant in the blue Spanish sea
but amidst all that gorgeousness,
hands began to slip.
first from palms, to fingertips, then to nothingness.
stood still,
she south, and he faced west.
he out to her,
I'm leaving now, and i blame you for the state in
and through all of our adventures Ive nothing wrong
and though taught me how to breathe,
I'm taking my new voice and leaving you hear nothing.

She back and cried out to him,
we drew a map together that you promised you would follow me.
i too am scared,
especially you stole my strength and made it your own.
but i am still reaching for hand,
knowing it will fit more than ever
if you will reach back to me.
but he reach back, he was vain and confused.
he tried to make a new map, but he know where to put the "X" anymore.
so he in circles,
he his rhythm,
he by the fire,
and he in the sea,
he made himself what he had the most,
incomplete.
and even though the was his, and his alone,
he blamed her for too.

but the whole she followed him
looking for twigs and fresh footprints to see where he was going
but all he left in his path were messages written in the dirt with a broken
scrawled of anger and shifted blame,
until one day he wrote the word "help" he needed her most.
but by then she had stopped to read his thoughts
and make of his misery.
so he back to where he started,
back to his and his records and his telescope,

and broken,
he finally reached the of his street
to find her waiting for him.
and upon her soft smile,
he immediately what he had done,
he what he had lost,
he knew how he was.
for the time she was real to him.
they sat and spoke about they should have
in the beginning of story
and through all the tears he learned she had been walking her entire life
and that she waiting for him to go into the world with her at all
no, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her into his
so she could his books, hear his records and look through the telescope
the safety of his locked door.

what a he thought
i didn't realize with all this time i spent looking out this window
you were right there looking at it.
at me, at this, at us.
i already had what you had been traveling these searching for.
she crumbled the weight of hearing her own truth.
and their honesty,
they both as strong as they can be
and now under the relief of each note of
no thought appeared to them, a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive seen efforts,
and i can your love for me,
and i am whole.
i still places to visit and mistakes to make in private
but take my and make it your own,
recite from my favorite books in the garden,
the songs closest to my life while you sleep in my bed,
and look through me at you through my telescope.
he his hand and he rested it on her chest,
and he drew an X her heart.
"of course" he thought.
he slowly the old wooden door
and he it behind him.