This is a good song to play in the background while reading this poem. Mood music courtesy of Vangelis.
Press PLAY and scroll down or feel free to not press anything and continue with the Silent Version. Seriously though, why would you not play the song?
I could just leave right now.
“Well, I’ll get going” I could be saying…
I don’t want to leave too early but
I really don’t want to end up overstaying
If I leave right now then I’ll sleep very well
but if I leave right now then I’m gonna catch hell
Soon as I leave, they’ll start to mix it all and twist it all
and then tomorrow all I’ll hear is how I missed it all
I’ll wake up feeling fresh, well-rested and pissed off that I left early
Will decide I’d much rather have had 3 hours of sleep and been a lil surly
But if I stay? What then? What magic moment is going to produce itself next?
Seems like everybody just telepathically agreed to check their texts
Hmm but this definitely has potential, just enough potential or else I’d be gone
but what if it’s never realized and I realize too late I held on too long?
And what if this sudden hopefulness is just a result of this drinking?
Beer muscles, impaired judgement and a boost of wishful thinking
If staying sucks, I’ll head home with a ‘tsk’ refrain and regretting this last hour
Curse my alarm angrily tomorrow morning while dragging my feet to the shower
Think of how a good sleep and a hot breakfast tomorrow could be so de-stressing
while the old toss ‘n’ turn and Eggo waffle while dressing’s been getting depressing
Such a fine line between leaving early and overstaying
a moment either way and you find yourself paying
the price of free time for your self and for your lazing
or the price of possibly maybe missing something slightly amazing
Walking out the door and behind you
sudden loud uproarious laughter
Can you leave it there behind you
and not wonder about it after?
A fine line, a sweet spot, between
leaving early and staying too long –
and both of them piss me off instantly
and so now when I leave, I do so hesitantly.
To leave at the perfect moment
is downright presidently evidently
Even rarer still, It’s Bigfoot, the Yeti
Life’s great mystery, the one that gets away
To leave now or to stay
… a little bit longer