"The gutter may profess its love,
Then follow it with hesitation,
For there are just so many of
You out there for rent
A stronger girl would shake this off in flight,
And never give it more than a frowning hour,
But you have let your heart decide,
Loss has conquered you,
You've won one too many fights,
Wearing many hats every time,
But you wont win here tonight
Oh girl, sail her, don't sink her"
In my ongoing desire to retain a sense of wonder about the world, I am mocked by those smarter and more world-weary who find me to be too easily impressed. But I think that it is they who have overinsulated their souls with experience and facts, who have stopped paying attention to the response of their hearts to what is all around them.
Let yourself be moved by a perfect shade of blue, calling out to you, or three measures of music that make your skin tingle.