Ryan Hutchens - The landing

^AI’m a walking compromise between what’s real and what feels alright. I read the ^Dletters you wrote, kept that lump in my throat and ache in my ^Achest. I was ^Dplaying by your rules another happy fool hoping for the ^Abest.

^AI don’t want to be a statue. I just want to get my ^Dway. Don’t care to be ^Eremembered. A picture and a ^Adate. Do it all for the ^Amoment. Do it all to fill the ^Dday. I move in tiny ^Ecircles. I never lose my ^Aplace.

^AI was a couple years too late. I think we could of been something, could of done something ^Dgreat. And I know it’s not wise dealing in “what ^Aifs”.

^D I watched a bird get hit and dance between the asphalt and the ^Agrass. ^D I wondered how something that grew so slow could change so ^Afast. ^D If I’ve learned anything, it’s that nothing in the world could come of ^Athat, ^E but all I’ve learned I’ve ^Dsoon learned how to ^Aforget.

^ACause I’ve stood on top of castles. Yeah I’ve slept on top of ^Dgraves. Nothing lasts ^Eforever. The worms will have their ^Away. ^AAnd I move in tiny circles. Yeah I never lose my ^Dplace. Do it all for the ^Emoment. Do it all to fill the ^Aday.

^AThere’s a box beneath my bed that I probably shouldn’t ^Ekeep. It’s got pictures I don’t ^Dlook at. It’s got letters I don’t ^Aread. I could put it in the ^Aground. Make a holy place to ^Epray. I could throw it in the ^Dfire. Pretend to walk ^Aaway. We are sentimental ^Alosers. We are comfortable in ^Edoubt. When we come in for the ^Dlanding. Everytime we’re coming ^Adown. There’s a box beneath my ^Abed that I probably shouldn’t ^Ekeep. It’s got pictures I don’t ^Dlook at. It’s got letters I don’t ^Aread.