Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He lived
his books and his records and his telescope
with all the locked
days piled upon other one by tedious one
the pressure finally created a diamond like thought
and he was sad
Ive read book,
Ive every song,
and Ive seen star from the safety of my bedroom.
and i am empty.
in defeat he slumped with his eyes still pressed against the telescope
just then his began to expand,
he rapidly,
alternating his between squinting
and making his as wide as saucers
he out, "of course"
with all the hours looking up
it crossed his mind to veer straight ahead.
He spent days days taking it all in
he say children to become men
and men grow to fools.
he saw hope, beauty, war, strength, weakness, chaos,
he watched until he could each scene from memory,
eventually he wrote his own books about he saw
and he his own songs about what he thought he had heard
until almost he believed what he was creating to be true
lie upon lie piled on top of itself
until the pressure finally created a pearl-like
he to the world,
Ive seen all of your
and Ive all of your conversations,
and i am hungry.

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

They 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 inside of him
one he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking through his
it was the fear
why would she me? he thought.
i so little
not to lose her interest,
he began telling her stories he she might be impressed by
but all did was make her question his strength and ability to battle the enemies
that she would surely jump out at them one day
but she still kept her in him and they continued walking

what things they saw
danced in dark caves,
warmed their faces by the of fires,
and with brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
but even all that gorgeousness,
hands began to slip.
first from palms, then to fingertips, to nothingness.
they 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 voice and leaving you with nothing.

She back and cried out to him,
we drew a map together that you promised you 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 more than ever
if you will only back to me.
but he didn't reach back, he was and confused.
he tried to make a new map, but he didn't know 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 even the decision was his, and his alone,
he blamed her for too.

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

and broken,
he finally the edge of his street
only to her waiting 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 everything they should have
in the of their story
and all the tears he learned that she had been walking her entire life
and she wasn't waiting for him to go into the world with her at all
no, she was in fact waiting for him to her into his house
so she read his books, hear his records and look through the telescope
behind the safety of his door.

a fool he thought
i didn't realize that all this time i spent looking out this window
you were right there looking at it.
at me, at this, at us.
i had what you had been traveling these roads searching for.
she under the weight of hearing her own truth.
and through honesty,
they were as strong as they can be
and now under the relief of each of forgiveness
no appeared 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 home and it your own,
recite lines from my favorite in the garden,
hear the songs closest to my life while you 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 closed the old wooden door
and he locked it him.