the last time i saw richard

as joni sings innocently about the fate all romantics are bound to meet eventually i shed a tear or two on my way back home from a trip to my dear campus reading lines those others have written in my name on the pages of what they now call the yearbook. the frustration settled in that i know only how to love and now with getting booted off from that lovely place that has been taken from me--i no longer will in life come near anywhere where loving was endless and free--offices are dreary and people get uglier as they make more and more money and departures and lonesomness resides at the end of the path of growing up. but i think things in life are like dylan bootlegs-- you shouldn't be afraid to try them in brand new places in completely unfamiliar ways--love for instance have been dealt with perhaps in a mistaken haze--or to some extent fruitless--but in some other rythym one can perhaps do better. self confidence may be left within the stone walls but responsibility (the most tasteless of all) i'm sure will come up here and there.