Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He alone
with his books and his records and his
with all the doors
days 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 forward with his eyes still pressed against the telescope
just then his began to expand,
he rapidly,
his eyes between squinting
and making his eyes as wide as
he out, "of course"
with all the hours looking up
it never his mind to veer straight ahead.
He days upon 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 about what he saw
and he made his own songs about he thought he had heard
until almost he himself believed he was creating to be true
until lie upon lie piled on top of
until the pressure finally created a pearl-like
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 bang his head the old wooden door
"of course" he out
and hesitation
ha up,
put on his and hat, and turned the knob.
but before hid first even hit the ground
he was faced with the 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 take you there, she her tiny hand
and swept him away her.

They walked their feet bled
during their journey she told him all the places she had
and all the she had met along the way.
a new emotion began to unfold of him
one he thought he had in a conversation looking through his telescope
it was the word
why she choose me? he thought.
i know so
not wanting to her interest,
he began her stories he thought she might be impressed by
but all they did was her question his strength and ability to battle the enemies
that she knew would jump out at them one day
but she kept her faith in him and they continued walking

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

She looked back and out to him,
we drew a map that you promised you would follow with me.
i too am scared,
especially you stole my strength and made it your own.
but i am reaching for your hand,
it will fit more perfectly than ever
if you only reach back 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 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 fallen twigs and fresh footprints to see he was going
but all he left in his path were 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 of his street
to find her waiting for him.
and upon seeing her smile,
he knew what he had done,
he knew he had lost,
he knew how he was.
for the first she was real to him.
they sat and about everything they should have
in the beginning of story
and all the tears 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 for him to invite her into his house
so she could read his books, his records and look through the telescope
behind the of his locked door.

what a he thought
i didn't realize that with all this time i spent looking out this
you right there looking back 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 were both as strong as can be
and now the relief of each note of forgiveness
no thought appeared to them, a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive your efforts,
and i can feel your for me,
and i am whole.
i still places to visit and mistakes to make in private
but take my home and make it own,
recite from my favorite books 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 raised his and he rested it on her chest,
and he an X across her heart.
"of course" he thought.
he slowly the old wooden door
and he it behind him.