on the rooftopA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonwe will never be what we want to be.
i'm sitting on the rooftop outside my window,
just sitting, watching the cars go by, talking to myself, and led zeppelin's playing on the radio inside, and i can hear it kind of fuzzy because radios never were as good as records because i could never afford a seven-inch and you always want what you can't have, but if that's how life worked then i guess we'd all just sit on rooftops and think of the past and pick at our frayed shoestrings and swing our feet over the edge of the house because it feels good to swing, just like we haven't always thought of ourselves as gods because what we have defines us in a dictionary of sorts, and if we don't have anything then we can't be anybody and led zeppelin gives way to u2 and my feet stop swinging. © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonAuthor's Note
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