Stepping out into the sun,
I shield my eyes from light
after living so long in the dark
even a candle would be bright.
I have morphed into a creature
unlike what anyone has seen
but I am happier this way
at least my soul is clean.
Stepping out into the sun,
I shield my eyes from light
after living so long in the dark
even a candle would be bright.
I have morphed into a creature
unlike what anyone has seen
but I am happier this way
at least my soul is clean.
Sadly, I know why
every soul must die.
It eases no pain
and is impossible to train
your mind and you heart
to agree in any part.
Though it seems over,
Here remains what has been
Uncovered by what came before.
Racing now only seems to
Slow the pace of the
Diligent laborer
Asking, “who are
You?”
There is a winter scene
painted on canvas before me.
A single light illuminates
a snow covered tree.
There is a winter scene
full of life out the window.
The cars bustle and the people
bundle as the snow piles grow.
There is a winter scene
deep within my soul.
The longer I go without you
the more my heart is not whole.
The café is empty
and my cup about the same.
I fill the page to make up
for the emptiness for which I’m to blame.
No matter what I write,
the page still seems blank
and the words mean nothing
since when you left, my heart sank.
The words that I choose
may hold no meaning for me
but those who read them
give meaning I cannot see.
They can only hold for so long
as the pressure mounts its war
and each and every time it seems
I am on the other side of the door.
The water trickles through
slowly at first; it is the calm before
whatever breaks through these gates
as only nature knows what’s in store.
The question then is quite simple,
do I run or do I stay and let
the water crash down and bury me?
But the answer is never that simple
and if I run I won’t drown yet,
but the inevitable can only be delayed.
Time can play cruel tricks
on the weak and heavy mind;
trust your heart instead.
Watching you dream
is the sweetest thing
as long as your dreams
can only happiness bring.
I stumbled across my old iPod from college just the other day. I happened to click on to the Top 25 Most Played list and was instantly transported back six years. Some of those 25 are probably still on my most played list, but it is amazing how a simple song can bring you right back to a time, a place, or a person.
As I listened to When You Were Young by The Killers, I felt as if I could still play the whole song on guitar hero by heart. Just hearing the first few piano chords of Take Me or Leave Me from RENT helps sum up the whole four years I spent doing just that with the only person I have ever truly loved. Something always does bring me back to crazy car rides with that one person who I couldn’t stay in another moment of her gravity. We had two headlights, but with every listen of One Headlight by The Wallflowers, I remember driving somewhere, anywhere, nowhere, with two of my best friends. The southern twang of Jennifer Nettles singing Want To reminds me of that crazy dream I had to sing…still haven’t figured out how to do that in tune. I remember being a stupid freshman who scheduled a class at 8am but was okay with Puedes contar conmigo by La oreja de Van Gogh playing in my ears as I enjoyed a very empty campus on my cold walk to class.
Music has always been an important part of my life. Would I have any of these memories if music weren’t associated with them? I don’t know. I would like to think that I would, but they just wouldn’t be as vivid in my mind’s eye. Either way, I am grateful for music for preserving so many important memories in my brain and I look forward to looking back on my current playlist in the future.
When you’re on the rag it’s no fun
Because then you hate everyone.
Chew gum, feel good.
Happy Birthday, DOOBAH!