May 22, 2007 / Posted by: Kurt / Category:
Life
may 22nd 1983. twenty-four years to the day. officially (in my mind) moving from early-twenties to mid-twenties. i like the feeling of being older, but i’m starting to feel like there are things i will never do. i guess that is just the way it is. i think everyone will feel like this as long as they are on earth. whether you’re 24 or 42, you feel like you could have done more by now. if i let it affect me, it is daunting, and wearisome. if i let it propel me, it scares me a little. like burn out is inevitable, and 24 usable hours in every day is just an invitation for quantity over quality, severed relationships, and lots and lots of prozac. i hope to God my life doesn’t end up like that. here’s to 24 more.
24 by Switchfoot
Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago
Still I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I’m not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
Twenty four reasons to admit that I’m wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong
See I’m not copping out, not copping out, not copping out
When You’re raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You’re raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true
I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You’re raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You’re raising the dead in me
I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I’m singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You’re raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.
I’m not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.