Strange currencies

I tripped and fell. Did I fall?
What I want to feel, I want to feel it now

You know with love come strange currencies
And here is my appeal:

I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance,
A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath
Just to fool myself, to catch myself, to make it real, real

I have listened to this song perhaps 20 times today. I’m not sure how many times I’ve listened to the album Monster by REM, but more than a few. I’ve always liked this song, but this morning it hit me like a fist to the gut and I haven’t been able to let it go since.

Bless you Michael Stipe.

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