After all is said and done, I feel the same.
All that I’d hoped would change within me, stayed.
Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore
Warming his hands a thousand years ago.
I walk with others in the yearning to get out.
Claw at my skin, and gnash their teeth and shout.
One of them wants only to be someone you’d admire.
One would as soon just throw you on the fire.
After all is said and after all is done,
God only knows which of them I’ve become.
Someone You’d Admire — Fleet Foxes
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No one has to hear, the sound of people laughing at their fear, and the ocean and sun are always there, to make you happy if you’re feeling scared of the darkness.
Ah, Copacabana…