I don\u2019t know how I ever came this way.
\nFound this terrible cold.
\nIt\u2019s like being somewhere
\nyou don\u2019t want to be.
\nThat\u2019s how it is when you have a cold.
\nWhen you realize you\u2019re paper
\nand not stone.
\nWhen the pieces of you come apart in rain.
\nA spark sends you up in fire.
\nBecause to every force that ever was
\nyou\u2019re just a spit ball.
\nSomething the world can take apart
\nand see how you work.
\nLike the victim of a child\u2019s curiosity.
\nWhat makes the wing fly?
\nWhoops!
\nThere goes the wing!<\/p>\n
So being paper is not a long-term affair.
\nAnd being mad about it
\nis not practical.
\nI have often wondered
\nwhy spider webs
\nare as beautiful as they are.
\nAnd I think
\nmaybe to catch something,
\nso everything has a purpose.
\nAm I to catch the world in my heart?
\nIs that why I was made?
\nSomething to think about
\nwhen you have a cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I don\u2019t know how I ever came this way. Found this terrible cold. It\u2019s like being somewhere you don\u2019t want to be. That\u2019s how it…<\/p>\n