Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He alone
with his and his records and his telescope
all the doors locked
days piled upon each one by tedious one
until the pressure finally created a diamond like
and he was sad
Ive every book,
Ive heard song,
and Ive seen every from the safety of my bedroom.
and i am empty.
in defeat he slumped with his eyes still pressed against the telescope
just his lungs began to expand,
he rapidly,
alternating his between squinting
and his eyes as wide as saucers
he out, "of course"
with all the hours looking up
it never crossed his mind to straight ahead.
He spent upon days taking it all in
he say children grow to 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 what he was to be true
lie upon lie piled on top of itself
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 dropped to his
and began to bang his head against the old door
"of course" he out
and hesitation
ha up,
put on his and hat, and turned the knob.
but before hid first step hit the ground
he was faced with the most unexpected of
one that he 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 take you there, she her tiny hand
and swept him with her.

They walked their feet bled
during their she told him all the places she had been
and all the she had met along the way.
a new emotion began to inside of him
one he thought he had overheard in a conversation looking his telescope
it was the word
why would she me? he thought.
i know so
not to lose her interest,
he began telling her stories he thought she might be by
but all they did was make her his strength and ability to battle the enemies
that she would surely jump out at them one day
but she still her faith 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 children in the blue sea
but even amidst all gorgeousness,
hands began to slip.
first from palms, then to fingertips, to nothingness.
stood 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 all of our adventures Ive done nothing wrong
and though you've me how to breathe,
I'm taking my new voice and leaving you with nothing.

She looked and cried out to him,
we drew a map together that you you would follow with me.
i too am scared,
especially after you stole my and made it your own.
but i am reaching for your 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 a new map, but he didn't know 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 even 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 in his path were messages written in the dirt with a broken stick
scrawled lies of and shifted blame,
until one day he wrote the word "help" when he her most.
but by then she had stopped trying to his thoughts
and make of his misery.
so he headed to where he started,
back to his books and his and his telescope,

and broken,
he finally reached the edge of his
only to find her for him.
and upon her soft smile,
he immediately what he had done,
he what he had lost,
he how sorry he was.
for the first she was real to him.
sat and spoke about everything they should have
in the beginning of their
and all the tears he learned that she had been walking her entire life
and that she wasn't waiting for him to go the world with her at all
no, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her his house
so she could read his books, hear his records and through the telescope
behind the safety of his door.

what a he thought
i didn't that with 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 crumbled the weight of hearing her own truth.
and their honesty,
they were both as as they can be
and now under the relief of each 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 have places to visit and mistakes to in private
but my home and make it your own,
recite from my favorite books in the garden,
hear the songs closest to my life while you in my bed,
and through me waving 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 locked it him.