A Journal of Sorts
"everywhere you go you'll see them searching everywhere you turn you'll feel the pain everyone is looking for the answer we'll look again, come on my friend love will find them in the end come on my friend we've got to bend on our knees and say a prayer" ~ Mike Pinder ~ (Moody Blues) could be we are all victims of the songs we sing... and those who don't sing?... so many wander in silence in this world... I see their vacant eyes... empty and searching for answers outside of themselves... is that your god's plan?... what's the point?... I guess I'm just not enlightened enough to understand... we all have our reasons... even if we don't know it... it doesn't matter how many years you cry you're still gonna live, you're still gonna die you're still gonna wonder why it doesn't matter how many hearts you break you're still gonna feel, you're still gonna die you're still gonna wonder why you can pretend you're numb so well that even you can hardly tell but fools fool only other fools the rest of us just turn away I didn't make the rules what can I say it doesn't matter how many ways you try you're still gonna live, you're still gonna die you're still gonna wonder why it doesn't matter how many blows you take you're still gonna feel, you're still gonna live even if you do not give a damn you can condemn your every breath destroy your life and worship for death but fools fool only othr fools the rest of us just turn away I didn't make the rules I just play there is more to this as there is more to virtually every rhyme that flops out of my mind in these rambling journals... the journals were never meant to be rhyming places... but prose slides into rhythm and I do think in rhymes so here we are with rhyming one more time... you know, because of all the words I write I've been told I am a musicians delight... but you would know by looking around today... silence is the only song... music has gone away... and here I sit alone writing, wishing for someone to come out to play... letting me know what worth you find within my mind would be most kind |
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