Anyway, an original song by Trisha Markinson
Sometimes I go outside and I cry for the trees.
I don’t understand why they’re out there blowing with the breeze
And nobody seems to care but me
But anyway…
Oh and then there are times I see the birds flying by.
I wonder what do they know,
And why do they worry so?
Would I prefer some wings over my two feet?
Would I be happier with my imperfect mouth or a
Beak?
I met the ocean yesterday and she always makes me feel seen.
Exchanged a some compliments with her,
She said "I like your blues," I loved her greens.
Emotions ebbed and they flowed
But she always knows what I mean…
And then we cried about how people see us as a garbage heap…
Man, she’s so brave…
She’s so deep…
In a few days I’ll be ok when the mountains hold me tight.
It’s strange to feel so alive in the day,
And then, so cold at night.
I think the thinning of the air is making me feel like a kite.
I’m so high up in the sky but you’re still holding me…
Right?
I’m so high up in the sky but you’re still holding my string…
Right?
What’s there left to meet but my own flesh and my bones?
A million stars sacrificed just so I didn’t have to feel so alone.
I used to look into my eyes like those of a drone,
But I’ve been working on myself and it’s pretty clear that I’ve grown.
…But I didn’t do it on my own.
…So thanks for listening to me moan.
…And sharing all the light that you’ve shone
(Male Response)
Ain't that sweet,
I love to see the sparkle in your eyes
Where you’re dreaming of the things that make you feel so alive.
I’m just writing from the cold, thought I’d drop you a line…but anyway…
I hope you understand I’m not always like this, ya know,
But I can get pretty dark when there’s 8 months of snow.
I know you mentioned how things ebb and they flow,
But I never thought you’d actually go…
But I’m glad you got to grow…
All that sun, it makes you glow…
I used to picture us a life that looks nothing like this
But I guess things change,
Even found someone new to kiss.
She’s nothing like you, but I hate to reminisce…
She’s sweet as molasses…
But she can’t rock those red glasses…
I guess I’ve kept you long enough
If you’re still even reading
I’d love to tell you how I feel, but that’s just my ego I’m feeding
I really do miss you though, I don’t wanna be misleading
But anyway…