Well, I've been crushing the symptoms
but I can't locate the cause.
Could God really be so cruel?
To give us feelings that could never be fulfilled. Baby!
I've got my sights set on you. I've got my sight set on you
And someday, someday, someday, you'll come my way.
But when you put your arms around me
I'll be looking over your shoulder for something new
'cause I ain't ever found peace upon the breast of a girl
I ain't ever found peace with the religion of the world
I ain't ever found peace at the bottom of a glass
sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive.
The hurt of growing up and the pain of starting again means I seem to always be in a state of being never quite sure what's going on and what's coming and what's gone. One thing for sure is that everything changes. And the past week has seen these ever changing wheels rotate until I find myself beside myself and conversing even, with the familiar face of a passing self. An episode that could develop into brain fever despondency and madness. Yet I sleep sound and rise in the morn with chattering birdies crackling in the air. The starling rises before I do, much to my delight as its audible chatter never fails to entice a smile on my soporific lips.
My first yawn heralds the initiation of another day. But. Having cracked a smile before the realisation of having to face yet another wearisome day signals the possibility of further illuminating moments. I rise
And for me to poke a finger in the eye of this precious life we are blessed with... oh yeah, aren't we blessed.. with pain suffering famine disease, and G.R.E.E.D.
Together or apart. it's all one really. Life is about forgetting and not learning. experiencing and not erudition.
Life is about dying. Everything leads to death and everyone needs to garner knowledge to accept the single and only inevitable.
And so for all the millions of visitors to this humble self deprecating blog. Ha. Right!
For you then. my single devotee. my only friend. my shining light in this all pervading gloom.
I am giving. I'm a giving sort of fellow...
here below lies, a link to download a faustain recording in MP3 format.
getting ready to escape again
don't let the inevitable discomfort you.
with love and emotion, I bid you well
..ed
