Do you remember the ending to the book The Lorax?
The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance...
just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance...
as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.
And I'll never forget the grim look on his face
when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.
What I wouldn't give some days to lift myself up by the seat of my pants and take leave of this place. Leave the smog behind. Or inversion. Same difference. And bound for warmer weather and a place with trees.
Because:
UNLESS someone like you
cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.
Meet you in California Katrina!
3 comments:
Oh, I have a picture somewhere around here of me at the Once-ler's house surrounded by truffula trees at Islands of Adventure...maybe they planted the last seed and we can go live there now
It's not smoggy here, but California sounds nice.
Gosh... don't be leaving me behind!
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