Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He lived
with his and his records and his telescope
with all the doors
days piled upon each other one by 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 slumped forward with his eyes pressed against the telescope
then his lungs began 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 crossed his mind to veer ahead.
He days 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 recite each scene from memory,
eventually he wrote his own about what he saw
and he made his own songs what he thought he had heard
until almost he himself believed what he was creating to be
until lie upon lie on top of itself
until the pressure finally 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 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 step even hit the ground
he was faced with the most of emotions
one he could 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 swept him with her.

They walked until their bled
during journey she told him all the places she had been
and all the people she had met the way.
a new emotion to unfold inside of him
one he thought he had overheard in a looking through his telescope
it was the fear
why would she me? he thought.
i so little
not wanting to her interest,
he began her stories he thought she might be impressed by
but all they did was make her question his and ability to battle the enemies
she knew would surely jump out at them one day
but she still kept her in him and they continued walking

what amazing things saw
they in dark caves,
their faces by the brightest of fires,
and played brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
but even all that gorgeousness,
their began to slip.
from palms, then to fingertips, then to nothingness.
they still,
she south, and he faced west.
he out to her,
I'm now, and i blame you for the state we're in
and through all of our adventures Ive done wrong
and you've taught me how to breathe,
I'm taking my new voice and leaving you hear 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 still for your hand,
knowing it will fit more than ever
if you will only reach to me.
but he didn't 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 though the was his, and his alone,
he blamed her for too.

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

and broken,
he reached the edge of his street
only to her waiting for him.
and upon seeing her smile,
he knew what he had done,
he what he had lost,
he how sorry he was.
for the first time she was to him.
they sat and spoke about everything they have
in the of their story
and through all the tears he learned that she had 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 into his
so she could read his books, hear his records and look through the
behind the of his locked door.

what a he thought
i didn't realize that with all 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 traveling these roads searching for.
she under the weight of hearing her own truth.
and through honesty,
they were both as as they can be
and now under the of each note of forgiveness
no thought appeared to them, a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive seen efforts,
and i can feel your for me,
and i am whole.
i still have places to and mistakes to make in private
but my home 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 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 closed the old wooden door
and he it behind him.