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"and the leaves that are green turn to brown, and they wither with the wind, and they crumble in your hand. ~ Paul Simon ~

and the memories are beautiful, even as they crumble to colorful dust to form other memories even more beautiful... some minds can still do that J

. o O ( wonder what's going on in yours today ) O o .

skating now, staying two weeks behind for nearly the past month... or few?... well, there's a determination brewing (must be close to over-brewed by now, huh?) to recover and update and get back to square one or something like that (the most accurate metaphor being elusive at the moment)... catch up... no real surprise, since I've not done any running all year (ok, so a couple or few times in January when there was new hope for a few days before... and if you don't know by now you're either just getting here (or not interested, in which case it doesn't matter so nevermind and why bother anyway, but just in case you are I go on) and I'll let you wander back (if you care to) through the muck and mire on your own if you want as you wish and all)... hello?

. o O ( why are we not connecting... where is the focus? ) O o .

well (in some vain attempt to answer) there are the distractions of a new space and roommate (not negative, but being social and friendly and giving time to the getting to know you process leaves even less time for the babbling I love)... and still plenty of working hours (though I've been cutting back a bit in the last few weeks)... but this is the time of year for deeper focus, remember?... not enough time, alas, grumble, burp, and, you know...

. o O ( allowing the toob and stuff to distract and delay ) O o .

maybe it's all the violence barraging through the media and any aware soul these days (as hard as I try to keep my head in the sand, it seeps in anyway... sand is kinda porous I guess)... books like Lord Of The Flies and The hocolate War pass through my mind... teach your children well, huh?...

. o O ( there are so many colors in a rainbow... thank you Harry ) O o .

the flow staggers a bit now as the distractions bombard and I don't seek much sanctuary... sometimes I want the saturated input of this human race to remind me of where I am and why I'd rather be in Disneyworlds, or somewhere else more peaceful... maybe I'll motivate myself to find playmates to go to one of the parks one of these days... gotta make reasons to smile J

thinking about how I want to be
looking at the world all around me
no wonder I don't want to fit in
I don't want to play harmful games
nobody can win

I want to believe in peace and love
that's the only feeling I adore
so excuse me if I walk away
when you want to play your game of war

I want to believe we can be friends
that's the only way I will accept
so don't act like you did not expect
me to be a labelled a war reject

condemn me with your fear of humiliation
for not following the throng toward easy death
when I die I will know I lived true to my ideals
and I will be happy to be proud of every breath

you won't make me think like you do
you won't make me feel like you do
you won't make me hate like you do
you won't make me act like you do

I want to believe in a good god
loving neighbors turn the other cheek
maybe that way is simply too hard
for you to practice the words you preach

I want to believe we all will learn
to embrace love and turn away hate
an eye for an eye and we're all blind
I want to believe it's not too late

to turn away from greed for material wealth
to embrace life and stop hurrying death
to live knowing we lived true to the ideals
we'd like to believe are in god's breath

focus on love and not fear
focus on joy and not pain
focus on peace and not war
focus.. and then start again

bring it into focus
and do the things you say you believe
bring it into focus
and give what you want to receive
bring it into focus
know true wealth is inside your heart
bring it into focus
it is up to you and me to start

thinking about how I want to be
looking at the world all around me
I dream of a world where I fit in
where no one plays harmful games
and everybody wins

focus.. and then start again


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