We could be movers. We could be shakers.

5:57 am

The Kills - Sour Cherry

While I can be loud and talkative, I'm actually usually not one to talk much. I prefer showing things than talking about them. It can be difficult. Most of the time, I just pretend I don't have anything to say, block the outside, and stay in my own world. It's a bit of a problem, considering I have a big piece of paper with a couple of old drawings on my kitchen wall, saying "I want to create worlds and tell stories." I do. 

Well, I could go on about a bunch of things, but I won't. Let's just cut to the point. Jayne Cha introduced me to a poem. It's called Ode, written by Arthur O'Shaughnessy. It's actually well known, the first two lines being a favourite in pop culture, etc. I identify with it. I'm sure it probably sounds like I'm inflating my own ego, or whatever, but while I am not out in the world, leading revolutions, I have always marched/trudged/danced to the beat of my own drum. It's not easy, and of course I'm crazy. But this little gem will remind me to keep going.

We are the music makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams;—

World-losers and world-forsakers,

On whom the pale moon gleams:

Yet we are the movers and shakers

Of the world for ever, it seems.