Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
'Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?'
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
'I'm busy, thank you much'
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped
'Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today?'
'I'm not giving in, I'm finished,' and walked away
1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it
Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
And she said:
'Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!'
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.
NO REGRETS --- Aesop Rock
oh you know, i'd much rather be procrastinating on a saturday afternoon than cleaning. i think i've read all of the celebrity gossip i possibly could. now i'm looking through old pictures of mine and came across my collage book..which i still think is awesome.
i need to find some old national geographics at a thrift store and make some more. it's so much fun putting text to pictures.
i'm also listening to my "katie" themed playlist. reason for the lyrics above.
from a while ago.
i picked up some pencils and whipped out the sketchbook, but nothing really came to me. well i should say, i didn't like a thing i sketched out. practice makes perfect. it's been a long while since i even touched my sketchbook so i guess it's a start.
still one of my favorite pictures of me ever. it was taken by deirdre back in the day.
i bought a frame for it the other day and now it's POOF! gone. missing.
i've felt lost, confused, and unbelievably sad this past month. just when i thought i couldn't get out of it, something clicked inside of me.
it happened over night.
how come life just seems to work out that way?
you try so hard, get discouraged, and then all of a sudden a great calm comes over you when you least expect it and everything doesn't feel so out of place, you realize that there is nowhere else to go but up and that is where you are FINALLY headed.
THANK GOD!! kt is back at it.