YOU who are waiting on the world to change, you who are invincible, in this lifetime at least, had the fan in me re-born.
Today for the first time in more than 10 years, I was delighted to get a free artist’s poster, and I could not help but ask myself, “Why, liw, why?” Tuesday last, when I was trying to ask myself if I’m living my belief right, I bought your latest album-and so now I have all of them in my precious albeit small cd collection. Not contented, I even consumed an hour on the net hearing you sing and watching your interview-and there is nothing stupid at all about your sexy mouth.
We have many things in common, you and i: we both are good at forgetting, we plan to marry only once. Like you, I want my train to stop, even for just a pause so I could hold on to my youth for a second or two longer, i also loved Police Academy, and both our moms have told us to think before speaking. So Captain Backfire, are you looking for a first mate? Huh! Now that you are famous, i am certain that you will never hear my S.O.S or even have the luxury to read messages in bottles. Alas, with boys like you, I’m forever the woman on the side-unseen, unnoticed, unknown..YOU who painted a woman’s body as a wonderland without using any vulgar word, you who used a neon light as a metaphor for a girl, you who has given the word clarity a new meaning and made gravity sound so cruel, had me at hello-only you did not really said that word, your guitar pretty much did the talking and I instantly understood the depth of the cliché. More importantly, you made me forget my preoccupation with recollections left by the boy from n.y.c.-albeit only for a few hours of each day.
Am sure my “city like” looked as dashing as ever but unlike your Lydia, he has never called me up after a Friday dinner-which we never had- and which, now that we are miles away, we never will…but I, unlike you, can remember life before-and after- his name.
You whose dreams of walking home are similar to mine, you who romanticize years of old like I do, you who want to be as free as a child to dream and be like his favorite super hero, had me thinking of my own yellow lunch box and my crazy Wonder Woman jump-which ended with my left arm on a sling! So much for wanting to have fun and still be able to keep the home life. Yes, ’83 was a special year for me too but my idea of heaven is far grander than any of my years spent here on earth…So now, after years of obsessing, I can not believe I have more than your 3×5 but I have not taken the courage to paste your oversize poster up on my wall- I just can’t trust myself with liking you. So I will be content with your face in my cell phone… and your songs on my mp3 player. If only I did not hear your voice crying out how your wishful thinkings were all wrong-I could not have related too much and a love song for no one would not instantly be my life’s theme song-for a year or two.
But unlike you, I am neither jaded nor am I tired…neither do I want him (if there is one) to hurry, nor am I trying to find him….and I do not want myself going back to my old love who has long given up on me. But it is okay-I’ve turned off the light for him ages ago- that is how the wheel keeps working now, so you say.
You, yes you! Could two mature people really meet in a sand box? And if I pass you on a side walk, will you offer a smile for me? Or will you walk away as you look forward to slow dancing as if the room is burning with her presence…albeit the “her” is not me.
You who want her to check her pulse-are you listening to yours or are you too busy exploring the great outdoors now treating you like some kind of a legend-at 28! In that case, I guess I’ll just be content in hearing your voice giving advices to fathers and mothers like a sage and wish no more for you nor dream to learn you or long to see you upfront-or imagine you singing only heart with me in mind. Hahaha! I definitely am not myself right now-and it is sad to see you going gaga over jessica….but being stupid in love choices is to be expected of intelligent people, so says zafra…
Don’t worry, coz unlike you, nothing’s missing in my life, the Lord is more than enough for me. So I’m definitely alright-beyond today, beyond tomorrow, beyond December, yes, even on valentine’s…like you said John Mayer, I’m bigger than my body gives me credit for…and maybe, just maybe, I could be the one who can help you find the perfect rhyme with heavier things-unless there is really no such thing.
