hailing from fort worth, texas, john writes introspective commentary, a review of gear, the rare movie review, and when he can, a short gospel message disavowed of token evangelicalism.

A Song I Tried to Write

A Song I Tried to Write

You don't have to grow
(but you do)
You don't have to learn
(but you do)

So please, just don't
So please, could you just quit?
Because I don't like any of it

You have to grow
(because you must)
You have to learn
(because you must)
And you won't like a lot of it

Tonight we sit for a little bit, 
So you can delay your bedtime
Tomorrow we'll sit for a little bit
Because you will be short on time
And already I don't like any of it

So while you are still little
And while you are still small
That all that you want is to sit for a little bit
And you love every bit of it

Because when you are older
Your dad will seem small
The world will be bigger
And all I will want is to sit for a little bit
And you won't want any of it

So please, just don't
So please, could you just quit?
Because I don't like any of it
Because I've loved every bit of it
Because I've lived for every minute of it.







 

Chapter 3

Chapter 2