Peter Massey

Gnarl your toes, Know that you can’t catch everything That comes flying through the rye We are rosebuds trying to Find the right window. The right person to pluck us apart bit by bit Trying to make up their minds Yes’s or No’s Gnarl your toes Because either way, you will face Him, Bruce Wayne And cast your conscience in to the dark but somehow you’ll come out of it Harry Pottering your way through the darkness finding her in front of you And you’ll show her all the reasons To the hate the sun You’ll pour galaxies in cups Trying to measure what this feeling is You’ll take her words like nebulas meek and hazy swimming inside your ears Show her where the stars sleeps Where they go when you die tell her the stories that your parents told you at night you will love her until the snow falls upward and when she’s gone the streets will no longer be slippery So gnarl your toes like you use to do For there’s plenty of things to be scared of Plenty of things to be angry about Plenty of things to corrupt you To change your mind, to make you Darth Vader Down the path you did not want and if you do, know that it is fine because you will grow like the universe before you and in that process you will find poetry etched in between chopsticks, lips, fingertips, maps of big cities and small towns. first loves and second dates . you will find them on the places you hate— On your parents graves. know that they were the ones that left them for you

-Harrison

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0tE6T-ecmg)