I'll do something great

There's this street light, down by the round-about, and I can see it from the lounge room window. I have this crazy half arsed plan, that I'm gonna do something great, something with my video camera, with my words, with a smoke hanging from my lips. I dunno what it is exactly, but it'll be great. Then, when I stand there, grinning, triumphant, I reckon I may frown just slightly, maybe not straight away, but it'll happen. I'll listen to a song, wonder why your not there sharing my moment of glory, wonder why I'm not sharing your moments too. I'll wish you were here, wonder if everything I traded to reach that place was worth it, wonder if we'll ever be the free and easy souls we used to be, kicking back on that grassy river bank.

Yeah I'll do something great one day, but we'll always be those two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl. I'll walk past the Jewell next week maybe. Maybe I'll shake a family member's hand. Within the next few months I'll have a beer in Maylands and remember the whirlwind adventure we had when I first left home.

They tell me I'm twenty now, so many years have gone, but it feels like '04 was just yesterday. All the people I've met, the stories we shared, the nights with grog, the mornings with awkward silences as strange girls make excuse's as to why they did what they did the night before. We can laugh about all that now.

Twenty man, and my bones feel so sore. I feel like we crammed a decade or more into the past couple of years. But when I trade my soap box for a podium man, I'll listen to pink floyd and wonder where you are. Rest easy old mate.