Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Some Lyrics About Calling

I'm tired of fitting in.
I'm tired of being one of a crowd.
I want to move to the Equator,
Hear Kipling shout my name out loud.

Dream on, little boy,
You're not Hemingway or Dr. Livingstone.

I want to climb the mountain peaks.
I want to leave this all behind.
I want to laugh when I am achy.
I want to overcome my mind.

Dream on, little boy.
You're not Hemingway or Dr. Livingstone.

Now your family's getting hungry as you climb Kilimanjaro.
Why don't you do what you are here for, get your mind out of tomorrow.

And dream on, little boy.
There are higher mountains in Heaven than the ones you've missed.

I'm tired of giving up
All my favorite childhood schemes.
But I know there's something better
Than my technicolor dreams.

2 comments:

Cal and Karen Armstrong said...

Cool poem! Is that a Conner Original? Whatever it is, I like it.l
Dad

Ben said...

Thanks for posting :)