Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He alone
his books and his records and his telescope
with all the doors
days piled upon each one by tedious one
until the pressure finally created a diamond like
and he was sad
Ive read book,
Ive every song,
and Ive seen every from the safety of my bedroom.
and i am empty.
in defeat he slumped forward with his eyes still against the telescope
just his lungs began to expand,
he rapidly,
alternating his eyes between
and making his eyes as wide as
he out, "of course"
with all the hours looking up
it never crossed his mind to straight ahead.
He spent days upon 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 recite each from memory,
eventually he wrote his own about what he saw
and he made his own about what he thought he had heard
until almost he believed what 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 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 wooden
"of course" he out
and hesitation
ha up,
put on his coat and hat, and the knob.
but hid first 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 refer 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 away 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 began to unfold inside of him
one he thought he had overheard in a conversation through his telescope
it was the word
why would she me? he thought.
i so little
not wanting to her interest,
he began telling her he thought she might be impressed by
but all they did was make her question his strength and ability to the enemies
that she would surely jump out at them one day
but she still her faith in him and they continued walking

amazing things they saw
they danced in caves,
their faces by the brightest of fires,
and played brilliant children in the blue Spanish sea
but amidst all that gorgeousness,
hands began to slip.
first palms, then to fingertips, then to nothingness.
stood 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 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 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 my strength and made it your own.
but i am still for your hand,
knowing it will fit more 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 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 her for that 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 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,
back to his books and his and his telescope,

and broken,
he finally the edge of his street
only to find her for him.
and seeing her soft smile,
he knew what he had done,
he what 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 beginning of their
and through all the tears he learned that she had been walking her life
and that she wasn't for him to go into the world with her at all
no, she was in fact for him to invite her into his house
so she could read his books, hear his and look through the telescope
the safety of his locked door.

what a he thought
i didn't realize that all this time i spent looking out this window
you were there looking back 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 note of
no thought appeared to them, a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive seen efforts,
and i can your love for me,
and i am whole.
i still have places to visit and mistakes to in private
but take my home and it your own,
recite from my favorite books in the garden,
hear the songs closest to my life you sleep in my bed,
and through me waving at you through my telescope.
he his hand and he rested it on her chest,
and he an X across her heart.
"of course" he thought.
he closed the old wooden door
and he locked it him.