Vending machines: another thing I love.
Located manywheres and anyplace.
Mechanical coin counters
Suppliers coming in and keeping full
Of soft drinks, gum, or candy bars.
Vintage ones like the one above,
Or ultramodern machines on the streets of Tokyo:
Another thing I love,
Another silly, inconsequential, amazing thing.
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Treasure this life while you can,
In everything you do;
For though our days are full of moments,
Good ones can be few.
Treasure what you have, and hold
Your loved ones to your heart;
For though we know this would be wise,
We’re rarely all
It’s smaller things that mean the most.
We find that out as time goes by;
When in large nothings we’re engrossed,
That never seem to satisfy —
And then we find a moment true,
When what’s important – love – shines through,
And we can see, amid it all,
That what means most is mostly
A moment spent reflecting
Upon some trying days;
So many strong emotions, feeling
Torn in different ways —
A moment spent in silence, in
The open, frozen air —
If only to convince herself
That she’s still really
The day you finally, really know,
The world comes into focus clear:
It may be chilled by wind and snow,
But all the warmest times seems near —
For though the heart be bruised and sore,
And we feel far away from shore,
The pull will come, the hope, the yearn,
As tide comes back, with love’s return.
I’ll always be a singer who’s
In search of his real voice;
I’ll always be a backup plan,
And nobody’s first choice.
I’ll always be a sort of ghost,
Without the power to haunt —
I always be the kind of man
Who you don’t really