“I thought I saw somebody drowning in the clear waters of Lake Michigan, I threw in a life perserver, but preservation is always only temporary. See I can offer you my hand, but I cannot save you from innevitablity.”- The Silent Years
Never should one think like this, that there is an negitive innevitablity coming. Sometimes the onlything innevitable is the path of your thoughts. The sky is not about to fall, but everything is falling apart aside from the azure. There is a rumbling in the ground, forboding in chilling intimidation. Errors in faith we have made, as the good times seem to be running out. As the winds change I know a huge stone will roll down the hill soon to crush me. My confidence wains as I look up and notice that the stone gathers moss, my state of mind shall be intertwine with the soft green and imbedded in the hard facts. These things will continue to roll down hill with all the other shit. I have no desire to push this boulder uphill for the rest of eternity, do I go for a ride?
Never was there a short climb to the summit, where no stone from above could crush. Yet I still climb the long hard side of the cliff, bones smashed beneith me. I could predict what happened give or take the particulars. Yet the feeling I had the last time I saw my friend and was to preocupied with supressing tears to treat him correctly, with or without knowing his ultimate fate, flooded my mind as my ears went numb. The bell tolls for thee, and hense all the ringing that followed my hearing around. I know the path held out to me is a long hard climb, but I climb because I know that jumping is too hard, and the rock will find me a home amongs the moss before long. The feeling of being gathered upon the rolling stone.
No award for the effort,
No commendation for stepping forward one night a year,
None shall stand by you while you stand by yourself.
There are things that I know and things I don't, things that perplex and things that comfort with simplcity of absoulte understanding. Of these things for which certainty can be certain, is music makes everything better. I am sure that there is even a song out there that makes assrapings tolerable, though not as markatable as the average love song.... The things I don't get how a person could be so afraid to let the heart drop a rythym of its own, that cannot be envoked by any percussion that rattles the flesh and bone. These are the things that make me stand and wait, at least for one more encore song….
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