Luyện nghe bài hát The Telescope Reading (Of Course)

He lived
with his books and his records and his
with all the locked
piled upon each other one by tedious one
until the finally created a diamond like thought
and he was sad
Ive every book,
Ive heard 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,
his eyes between squinting
and his eyes as wide as saucers
he out, "of course"
all the hours spent looking up
it never crossed his mind to straight ahead.
He spent days 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 his own books about what he saw
and he made his own songs about he thought he had heard
until he himself believed what he was creating to be true
lie upon lie piled on top of itself
until the pressure created a pearl-like thought
he to the world,
Ive all of your lives
and Ive heard all of conversations,
and i am hungry.

In frustration,
he to his knees
and began to bang his against the old wooden door
"of course" he out
and without
ha up,
put on his and hat, and turned the knob.
but before hid first even hit the ground
he was with the most unexpected of emotions
one he could only figure 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 her tiny hand
and swept him away her.

They until 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 unfold of him
one he thought he had overheard in a conversation through his telescope
it was the fear
why she choose me? he thought.
i know so
not wanting to 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 knew would surely out at them one day
but she still kept her faith in him and they continued

what things they saw
danced in dark caves,
warmed faces by the brightest of fires,
and played with children 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 blame you for the we're in
and through all of our adventures Ive done nothing
and you've taught me how to breathe,
I'm taking my new voice and leaving you 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,
knowing it will fit more perfectly ever
if you will reach back to me.
but he didn't back, he was vain 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 he had feared the most,
incomplete.
and even though the was his, and his alone,
he her for that too.

but the whole she followed him
looking for twigs and fresh footprints to see where 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,
until one day he wrote the word "help" when he her most.
but by then she had trying to read his thoughts
and make of his misery.
so he headed back to he started,
back to his books and his and his telescope,

and broken,
he reached the edge of his street
only to find her for him.
and seeing her soft smile,
he immediately knew he had done,
he what he had lost,
he knew how he was.
for the first time she was to him.
sat and spoke about everything they should have
in the beginning of story
and through all the tears he learned that she had walking her entire life
and that she wasn't 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 with all this time i looking out this window
you were there looking back at it.
at me, at this, at us.
i already had what you had been these roads searching for.
she crumbled under the weight of her own truth.
and through honesty,
they were as strong as they can be
and now under the relief of each note of
no appeared to them, just a feeling.
and he to her,
Ive seen efforts,
and i can feel love for me,
and i am whole.
i still have places to visit and 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 while you sleep in my bed,
and look through me waving at you 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 closed the old door
and he it behind him.