i find myself writing centos in my head daily, stringing together lyrics from various songs that seemed to correspond with one another. i'm essentially using other people's words, i suppose. it's simple, but i'll try not to make a habit out of it. but take my word, i will always cite a cento when it is in fact, a cento. lately i've done some digging, and here's one i actually wrote down from last year.

Landslide (a cento)

Wake up kids; we’ve got the dreamer’s disease

There were so many fewer questions

When stars were still just the holes to heaven

Our dreams, they are made out of real things

You are young men, you must be living

Love is the answer,

at least to most of the questions in my heart.

You only get what you give

And I don’t mind anymore.

All the stars and boulevards ain’t close enough for you

Are you happy now?

I’m not lost, just undiscovered

Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide

You don’t know me,

you don’t wear my chains.