Keep.
Throw out.
Sale.
Give away.
Don't know.
My little piles are starting to grow.
I don't seem to see an end.
How has all this stuff came to be?
Living here in this house with me.
Keep.
Throw out.
Sale.
Give away.
Don't know.
And then.
There it is.
Big green.
I will never use it enough to keep.
I made it with my own hands.
And the fight inside begins.
And then the memories.
No beginning no end.
Back to another time.
Another day.
I was so young I did not see.
Until now you must have loved me.
I spent many an afternoon with you.
Working making these beautiful boards.
You showed me what to do.
And that is how big green came to be.
They look more different today.
Not like this big boat you see.
You never held me. Never kissed me.
But I remember. The whispers from your friends.
Get rid of her. You will go to jail.
And with all my fifteen years old pride.
I just figured they could go to hell.
We had nothing to hide.
There were boards to be made and boards to sell.
But today I know.
If I had of been older or you younger.
There would have been a kiss.
But as my life went on you slipped away.
So quick that I did not even miss.
Now I am here holding old green today.
And I know. What I know.
I really hate to see it go.
Something tells me I have yet to ride the biggest wave.
And something tells me I want, so I shouldn't save.
Keep.
Throw out.
Sale.
Give away.
Don't know.