This is how it works You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can't You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath
No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took And then you take that love you made And stick it into some Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood And walking arm in arm You hope it don't get harmed But even if it does You'll just do it all again
- Regina Spektor, On The Radio
What is she writing? Perhaps it will be good, The young girl laughs: 'I am in love.' But the older girl is serious: 'Not now, perhaps later.' Still the young girl teases: 'What's the matter? To lose everything! A waste of time!' But now the older one is quite silent, Writing, writing, and perhaps it will be good. Really neither girl is a fool.
- Stevie Smith, 'What is she writing? Perhaps it will be good'