Am I I

5.31.04

Yesterday, was… was… good. After typing 14 pages single spaced I went out to get some fresh air, with a certain someone. I was highly pleased with how I played miniature golf considering that I suck at every conceivable sport except tennis and skiing. Oh, but it was good (the comment applies to more than just the game). This week should prove to be as busy as the last. This isn’t me, worrying about things. This might explain my good mood with the extra spice of being on ‘the edge’. But I can’t wait for next weekend when I unite all my friends together, it will be the first and last time so it better be good.

My current mood:

Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,
Thought I heard you talking softly.
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio
Still I can’t escape the ghost of you.

What is happening to it all?
Crazy some say-
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away.

CHORUS:
But I won’t cry for yesterday.
There’s an ordinary world somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive.

Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say-
Pride will tear us both apart.
Well now pride’s gone out the window, cross the rooftops, runaway.
Left me in the vacuum of my heart.

What is happening to me?
Crazy some say.
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away.

CHORUS
Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed,
Feared today; forgot tomorrow.
Here beside the news of holy war and holy need,
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk-
Blown away.

Just blowing away.

CHORUS
Any world is my world
Every world is my world