Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

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

In frustration,
he to his knees
and to bang his head against the old wooden door
"of course" he out
and without
ha up,
put on his coat and hat, and the knob.
but hid first step even hit the ground
he was faced the most unexpected of emotions
one he could only figure to be
what his favorite books and refer to as love.
"where are you going?" she him
"i know"
"me too" she
ill you there, she extended her tiny hand
and him away with her.

They walked their feet bled
during their journey she told him all the places she had
and all the people she had met the way.
a new emotion to unfold inside of him
one he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking his telescope
it was the fear
why would she me? he thought.
i know so
not to lose her interest,
he began telling her he thought she might be impressed by
but all they did was make her question his and ability to battle the enemies
that she would surely jump out at them one day
but she still kept her faith in him and they walking

what things they saw
they in dark caves,
their faces by the brightest of fires,
and with brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
but amidst all that gorgeousness,
their began to slip.
first palms, then to fingertips, then to nothingness.
they still,
she faced south, and he west.
he out to her,
I'm now, and i blame you for the state we're in
and through all of our adventures Ive nothing wrong
and you've 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 that you promised you would follow with me.
i too am scared,
especially after you stole my and made it your own.
but i am still reaching for hand,
knowing it will fit perfectly than ever
if you will only reach to me.
but he didn't reach back, he was and confused.
he tried to make a new map, but he didn't where to put the "X" anymore.
so he in circles,
he his rhythm,
he by the fire,
and he in the sea,
he made what he had feared the most,
incomplete.
and though the decision was his, and his alone,
he her for that too.

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

and broken,
he finally reached the edge of his
only to her waiting for him.
and seeing her soft smile,
he immediately what he had done,
he what he had lost,
he knew how he was.
for the first time she was to him.
they sat and spoke about everything they have
in the beginning of story
and through all the tears he learned that she had been walking her entire
and she wasn't waiting for him to go into the world with her at all
no, she was in waiting for him to invite her into his house
so she read 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 looking back at it.
at me, at this, at us.
i already had what you had traveling these roads searching for.
she crumbled under the of hearing her own truth.
and through honesty,
were both as strong as they can be
and now the relief of each note of forgiveness
no thought to them, just a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive your efforts,
and i can feel love for me,
and i am whole.
i still have places to visit and mistakes to in private
but take my home and make it own,
lines from my favorite books in the garden,
hear the songs closest to my life you sleep in my bed,
and through me waving at you through my telescope.
he raised his and he rested it on her chest,
and he an X across her heart.
"of course" he thought.
he slowly closed the old wooden
and he it behind him.