Don’t tell me why…it’s simply not good enough.
There is nothing with this Sarah McLachlan’s song that drew (and halt) me…It instantly played in my head when I entered my room. I browsed for it in the music player and played it.
It may be the piano or her voice. You deserve more than this. Not even the lyrics because I don’t honestly understand them. I don’t know the story behind her song. I am just too drawn on the song; I played it repeatedly.
The melody is soothing. So much more than good enough. It never loses its charm even on the fifth straight play. Just let me try and I will be good to you. Just let me try and I will be there for you…there is so much more than good enough.
Sigh.
I still wonder why it caught me even on its seventh play. I don’t understand, you deserve more than this.
I had dreams of you again, but I don’t know if they were bad. It’s a…long way home…I don’t have to pretend, she doesn’t expect from me…don’t tell me I haven’t been there for you. They just woke me at the middle of some deep sleeps.
Now, the song is on its ninth play. Don’t tell me I haven’t been there for you. I scratch my head this time. I wanted to cry along with the instrumental. What for? It’s simply not good enough. My tears are your laughter, probably [on the 10th play].
“It’s simply not good enough,” I quip. No! Quipping isn’t…the right word. I’d leave that to God, instead.
On the 12th play, at 11pm, I already wanted to stop the song, but I just can’t press stop. “It’s simply not good enough.”
The song seems to be forever, but I really need to sleep or read. Good night, dear
[song still playing]
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