And the words won't come out right
It's been a long day on the track
And its stamina that I lack
So won't you run to me tonight?
Tonight we could pretend that we're just lovers
But I'll only ever be a middle distance runner
Well my heart is beating hard
And I'm off with a shot at the start
And my legs tremble from strain
But by the finish line I am drained
So won't you run to me tonight?
Tonight let's not talk about next summer
Cause I'll only ever be a middle distance runner
Sea Wolf: Middle Distance Runner
That's my nephew Parker. Cute isn't he? Look at him all full of youth and potential. Baby's are usually like that.
This weekend I was had the opportunity to reflect on some things. Questions about how things went in the past and if they could have been different. On the long drive home I realized that even had the circumstances been different, it would have turned out the same.
Sometimes knowing where you aren't supposed to be means you might just be where you are meant to be. That feels pretty good... once you get over the hangover.
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