Wednesday, 23 April 2014


“You’re lookin’ at the problem all wrong, kid,” and then she gave me one of her smiles that left you wonderin’.

“Your problem is that you’re desperate to fly. To be somethin’ in the world. To scrape the skies.”

She could see I was getting’ mighty confused, ‘cause I wondered what was wrong with aimin’ high.

She just gave off one of those sassy laughs, leaned in real close and whispered in my ear: “You’ve got to learn to fall first kid, then you can try flyin’.”

bobby stevenson 2014

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