Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He lived
with his books and his records and his
with all the doors
days piled upon each other one by one
until the pressure finally created a like thought
and he was sad
Ive every book,
Ive every 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 then his lungs to expand,
he rapidly,
his eyes between squinting
and his eyes as wide as saucers
he out, "of course"
with all the spent looking up
it never his mind to veer straight ahead.
He spent days upon days it all in
he say grow to become men
and men to become fools.
he saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos,
he watched until he could recite scene from memory,
eventually he his own books about what he saw
and he his own songs about what he thought he had heard
until almost he himself believed what he was to be true
until lie lie piled on top of itself
until the pressure created a pearl-like thought
he to the world,
Ive seen all of lives
and Ive all of your conversations,
and i am hungry.

In frustration,
he dropped to his
and began to 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 before hid first step even hit the
he was with the most unexpected of emotions
one that he only figure to be
what his favorite books and records 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 until feet bled
during journey she told him all the places she had been
and all the people she had met the way.
a new emotion began to inside of him
one he he had overheard in a conversation looking through his telescope
it was the fear
why would she me? he thought.
i know so
not wanting to 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 jump out at them one day
but she still kept her in him and they continued walking

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

She back and cried out to him,
we drew a map together you promised you would follow with me.
i too am scared,
especially after you my strength and made it your own.
but i am still reaching for hand,
knowing it will fit more perfectly than
if you will only reach to me.
but he reach back, he was vain 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 himself what he had feared the most,
incomplete.
and though the decision was his, and his alone,
he blamed her for too.

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

and broken,
he finally the edge of his street
only to find her for him.
and upon seeing her smile,
he knew what he had done,
he knew he had lost,
he how sorry he was.
for the time she was real to him.
they sat and spoke about everything they have
in the beginning of story
and through all the he learned that she had been walking her entire life
and that she wasn't waiting for him to go into the with her at all
no, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her into his
so she could read his books, hear his records and look the telescope
behind the safety of his door.

a fool he thought
i didn't realize that with all this time i 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 roads searching for.
she crumbled under the weight of her own truth.
and their honesty,
they were 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 your love for me,
and i am whole.
i still have to visit and mistakes to make in private
but take my and make it your own,
recite from my favorite books in the garden,
hear the songs closest to my while you sleep in my bed,
and look through me waving at you 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 locked it him.