Poetry, April 19
Apr. 19th, 2010 04:39 pmThis is also kind of inspired by my prospie, whose day yesterday went something like this:
La! I shall go to lunch in the special gluten-free room at North Dining Hall!
La! My person-I'm-shadowing sees someone she knows in the special gluten-free room!
La! This person is the head of the Gluten-Free ND club! She tells me about a meeting they're having this evening!
La! I go to a meeting about how awesome ND is at being gluten-free, and see my counselors from my summer program, who have recently been told they need a gluten-free diet!
La! Such is Notre Dame.
Alternatively, it is inspired by my general reflections on how life at ND has been in general. After all, I found out about it by chance, was assigned to my dorm completely randomly, roomed with Lovie because she was one of the four people I actually knew in the dorm, wandering around and somehow finding my way home.
Lastly, you could just write it off as some of my earliest memories being watching the music video and being fascinated by all the crazy colors. (And trying to belly dance, but hey, I was like three.)
ANYWAY, enough exposition, here is your poem! From U2:
Mysterious Ways
Johnny, take a walk with your sister the moon
Let her pale light in, to fill up your room.
You've been living underground, eating from a can
You've been running away from what you don't understand.
She's slippy, you're sliding down.
She'll be there when you hit the ground.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways, oh.
Johnny, take a dive with your sister in the rain
Let her talk about the things you can't explain.
To touch is to heal, to hurt is to steal.
If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel
On your knees, boy!
She's the wave, she turns the tide
She sees the man inside the child.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways, yeah, oh, ah.
Lift my days, light up my nights, oh.
One day you'll look back, and you'll see
Where you were held now by this love.
While you could stand there,
You could move on this moment
Follow this feeling.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Move you, spirits move you
Move, spirits 'its move you, oh yeah.
Does it move you?
(The spirit moves in mysterious ways.)
She moves with it.
Lift my days, and light up my nights, oh.
La! I shall go to lunch in the special gluten-free room at North Dining Hall!
La! My person-I'm-shadowing sees someone she knows in the special gluten-free room!
La! This person is the head of the Gluten-Free ND club! She tells me about a meeting they're having this evening!
La! I go to a meeting about how awesome ND is at being gluten-free, and see my counselors from my summer program, who have recently been told they need a gluten-free diet!
La! Such is Notre Dame.
Alternatively, it is inspired by my general reflections on how life at ND has been in general. After all, I found out about it by chance, was assigned to my dorm completely randomly, roomed with Lovie because she was one of the four people I actually knew in the dorm, wandering around and somehow finding my way home.
Lastly, you could just write it off as some of my earliest memories being watching the music video and being fascinated by all the crazy colors. (And trying to belly dance, but hey, I was like three.)
ANYWAY, enough exposition, here is your poem! From U2:
Mysterious Ways
Johnny, take a walk with your sister the moon
Let her pale light in, to fill up your room.
You've been living underground, eating from a can
You've been running away from what you don't understand.
She's slippy, you're sliding down.
She'll be there when you hit the ground.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways, oh.
Johnny, take a dive with your sister in the rain
Let her talk about the things you can't explain.
To touch is to heal, to hurt is to steal.
If you want to kiss the sky, better learn how to kneel
On your knees, boy!
She's the wave, she turns the tide
She sees the man inside the child.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways, yeah, oh, ah.
Lift my days, light up my nights, oh.
One day you'll look back, and you'll see
Where you were held now by this love.
While you could stand there,
You could move on this moment
Follow this feeling.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
She moves in mysterious ways.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Move you, spirits move you
Move, spirits 'its move you, oh yeah.
Does it move you?
(The spirit moves in mysterious ways.)
She moves with it.
Lift my days, and light up my nights, oh.