| Grex > Poetry > #28: "Walking" by toking |  |
| "Walking" by toking | 
Feb 8 16:19 UTC 1999 |
So I'm walking right, Just wandering down the road Smelling the clean cold air Feeling the crisp February breeze There's nothing to satnd in my way And she says to me Pulls me aside and says Where you gotta go? Why you gotta walk that way? Why you gotta be like this? So I"m walking Walking and thinking And I keep walking `Cause I know it's nothing to her And I know how to walk And running just ain't my thing No this time Or ever again And she says to me Where you going? I don't answer I just take your hand And I walk And I'm happy `Cause I"m smiling And holding your hand And I don't need to know Where my feet are leading me
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Feb 8 16:45 UTC 1999 |
this one's incredibly sweet..
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Feb 8 18:00 UTC 1999 |
how? kinda blah but I wasn't thinking sweet...
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Feb 8 19:47 UTC 1999 |
It's the end part that does it, Joe. "And I'm happy 'Cause I'm smiling And holding your hand And I don't need to know Where my feet are leading me." That holds volumes of meaning.
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Feb 8 22:44 UTC 1999 |
Well, I smell a little irony-- if the last part is sweet, then the rest is rather bitter. Usually, when I'm walking away and saying nothing when a loved one pulls me aside, I'm trying not to deal with things-- and holding her hand makes her quiet for a while. (not like I've done all that, but that's what I interpret). Interesting twist.