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 created a like thought
and he was sad
Ive read book,
Ive every song,
and Ive every star from the safety of my bedroom.
and i am empty.
in defeat he slumped with his eyes still pressed against the telescope
then his lungs began to expand,
he rapidly,
alternating his eyes 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 to become 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 songs about what he thought he had
until almost he believed what he was creating to be true
until lie upon lie piled on top of
until the finally 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 to his knees
and to bang his head against the old wooden door
"of course" he out
and hesitation
ha up,
put on his and hat, and turned the knob.
but before hid step even hit the ground
he was with the most unexpected of emotions
one that he could only to be
what his books and records refer to as love.
"where are you going?" she him
"i know"
"me too" she
ill take you there, she extended her hand
and him away with her.

They walked until their feet
during their journey she told him all the places she had
and all the she had met along the way.
a new emotion to unfold inside of him
one he he had overheard 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 telling her stories he thought she might be impressed by
but all they did was make her question his and ability to battle the enemies
that she knew surely jump out at them one day
but she still kept her faith in him and continued walking

amazing things they saw
they danced in caves,
their faces by the brightest of fires,
and played with brilliant in the blue Spanish sea
but even amidst all gorgeousness,
their hands to slip.
first palms, then to fingertips, then to nothingness.
stood still,
she faced south, and he 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 wrong
and though you've 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 together you promised 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 fit more perfectly than ever
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 know 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 even the decision was his, and his alone,
he blamed her for 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 were messages written in the dirt with a broken
scrawled of anger 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 make of his misery.
so he back to where he started,
back to his and his records and his telescope,

and broken,
he finally the edge of his street
only to her waiting for him.
and upon seeing her smile,
he immediately knew he had done,
he what he had lost,
he knew how he was.
for the time she was real to him.
they sat and spoke about everything should have
in the of their story
and through all the tears he that she had been walking her entire life
and that she waiting for him to go into the world with her at all
no, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her his house
so she could his books, hear his records and look through the telescope
behind the of his locked door.

a fool he thought
i didn't realize that all this time i spent looking out this window
you were right there back at it.
at me, at this, at us.
i already had what you had been these roads searching for.
she crumbled the weight of hearing her own truth.
and their honesty,
they were as strong as they can be
and now under the relief of note of forgiveness
no thought to them, just a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive your efforts,
and i can feel your for me,
and i am whole.
i have places to visit and mistakes to make in private
but my home and make it your own,
lines from my favorite books in the garden,
hear the songs to my life while 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 the old wooden door
and he it behind him.