Random thoughts of an anonymous man
It’s alright
There comes a time
Got no patience to search
For peace of mind
Layin’ low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding or
Disguising truths I’ve sold
Everyday it’s something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin’ by myself
No excuses, then I know
It’s okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it’s funny, well
You’re drowning in it too
Everyday it’s something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin’ by myself
No excuses, then I know
Yeah, it’s fine
We’ll walk down the line
Leave our rain, a cold
Trade for warm sunshine
You my friend
I will defend
And if we change, well i
Love you anyway
Everyday it’s something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin’ by myself
No excuses, then I know
I remember thinking / I'll go on forever only knowing / I'll see you again / But I know / The touch of you is so hard to remember / But like that touch I know no other / And for sure we have danced / In the risk of each other / Would like to dance / Around the world with me / I'll be falling all about my own thing / And I know your the heaviest weight / When your not here that's hung / Around my head / And your lips burn wild / Thrown from the face of a child / And in your eyes / The seeing of the greatest few / Do what you will, always / Walk where you like, your steps / Do as you please, I'll back you up / I remember thinking / Sometimes we walk / Sometimes we run away / But I know / No matter how fast we are running / Somehow we keep / Somehow we keep up with each other / I'll be falling all about my own thing / And I know your the heaviest weight / When your not here that's hung / Around my head / And your lips burn wild / Thrown from the face of a child / And in your eyes / The seeing of the greatest few / Do what you will, always / Walk where you like, your steps / Do as you please, I'll back you up
Being a father and being separated from your child is a very difficult thing to deal with at times. Knowing your child is out there progressing, learning, living without you as a daily presence is a very painful thing. Regular visitation, while nice, makes the situation all the more painful as you realize at the end of "your weekend" is approaching. All you can do I suppose is make sure your child knows how much you love them.... It is all that I know to do....
I miss my son.
Mileage has taken its toll
Paid it with lines to show
You've had your fill of asphalt
Cough tremors, and smoke-filled doors
Look like the habit controls you
You look like you need a rest
You've made it to the timber-line
Don't know what to expect
God knows, you don't need it
Too early, you might be the one
To find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun
Song strains, distant, over
A barroom drink-filled roar
The old folksinger lays it down
Not for long, no longer ignored
Spinning tales of temptation
Gambling days lost and won
No crimes committed here
Too much habit could be the one
God knows, you don't need it
Too early, you might be the one
To find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun
Never seen half of what you've seen
Real life never quite adds up
The road goes on when the faces don't
Word of mouth never tells the truth
Like to hear your story told
With a two-step beat and rhyme
Could be Tennessee or Texas
On and on, that road winds
God knows, you don't need it
Too early, you might be the one
To find yourself somewhere else
Too early in the sun
Today has been a strange day. Since I have arrived at work I have been uncomfortable. I can't seem to get settled. No focus. Nervousness. Strange. I just don't seem to be ready for the day. My thoughts are elsewhere. I need an extended vacation away from my current reality. Step into someone elses life for a few months or years. Not expressing unhappiness with my current life, but I am ready for some change. Maybe not being a punching bag, therapist, and cushion for everyones elses issues.... I suppose that is a part of adulthood though.... Kind of like I am a cliff facing the waves of everyones emotions. Even rock erodes over time....
I came across a very interesting question today on a blog I read daily. If a movie were to be made about your life, what actor/actress would play you? Without giving it much thought I think that Matt Damon would be most likely to play me. I could see some of myself in his character from Good Will Hunting. Who would most likely represent you?
So you're trying to do what they did,
Your friends that turned to liquid,
And got lost in a sea...
Now you're drowning me
With your talk of four-leaf clovers
You turn to rocks and omen
To beat the ambient harm
That is bruising your karma
Oh, I wish my arms were wider,
I wish that I could hide you,
So you can rest and repair
Without the blanket of sorrow...
The thick and the gray,
Your blanket of woe
Is so heavy and stained
And it only weighs you down
Oh...
So you thought that getting sober
Would mean your life was over
I don't think it's that bad,
I don't think it's that sad.
Just you sleep a little baby,
Live the world alone and later,
If you wake up alive,
That old blanket of sorrow
Could be feathers and down
Your blanket of woe
Would leave you alone
And I could love you 'til you drown
Come to me, let's drown,
Come baby, let's drown
In feathers and down.
"In My Secret Life"
I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.
I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.
Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
It appears the fight for a return to normalcy and respectability in the international community is over..... It feels like a little piece of me died this morning. This man that brought us hope has just conceded defeat. All of you that voted for the current figurehead and puppet can now return to your Britney Spears and reality show diet. Don't worry everything is "okay"... please return to your cocoon and consume your credit funded material goods.... Sheep being led to the slaughter....
I will not follow. I will not accept. I will not give up. My voice will not be silenced.
Today is the day! Get out and vote! The fate of our children may be at stake. Not to seem overly dramatic, but I feel if things don't change... well... god help us. I have a good feeling though.... I think we will prevail.
