You can't hide me in your penthouse! I'm going back to my plough. Back to the howling old owl in the woods, hunting the horny back toad. I've finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road.
As you grow up, you either want to move far away from your home town or stay in your mommy's arms forever. I think Elton John really captured a moment here that includes both scenarios and I am here for it. Myself I have always wanted to move away from home right when I graduate, but now I have started to rethink it. What if the big-city-life really isn't for me? What if I can't get a place to live? What if I don't know how to pay my taxes? I am afraid all of the above happens and then my family will laugh at me because I have always said - ever since day one - that I don't want to live in this prick of a town.
The worst part is that I can't predict anything at all. Only faith knows what it has up its sleeve. I am not sure whether I like that or no. Lately I have been wanting to go to New York after graduation. Not for the city, but for the musicals, of course. The damn cookies on Broadway.com are haunting me. They follow my every move, waiting for me to log on my computer so they can spam me with commercials. I deeply regret clicking "share cookies".
Song: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Sir Elton John
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RandomMy favourite parts from old-ass songs and my opinion about them. Sometimes a little piece of poetry sneaks in, sometimes a fun story or life lesson.
