On a good night I look up
Into the dotted backdrop of eternal ambition
The backdrop of my ever wandering, ever reaching mind
So many pin tips of brilliant light
Why are we so certain?
To reach for the next sight
We made it to the moon
Once foot was placed we sung
Someday we’ll shoot to Mars
We never can say we’ve won
There’s a man in the mirror
Not sure I like his face
But the more I look nearer
I know what’s in his gaze
The thirst is everlasting
Some new direction to be steered
Everyday we ride our bulls
And frequently we’re thrown
Can’t ever let that stop us
You just get back on
And ride it home
What am I looking for?
Why do I write this song?
I know where my end lies
I won’t be here for long
Behind every curtain a new quest
Somehow we never stop
Behind every triumph some new test
What’s the reason for our scurry?
Why do we run like mice?
Every moment is so fleeting
No time to live it twice
This myriad seems a dying man’s maze
Will he find cheese at the end of this race?
Ask me why I already know my answer
I’ll be standing at heaven’s gates
While some hope this life of half quenched thirst
Will not have been a waste
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Freedom Trap
The Elephant’s horse and the wounded man’s leg
The problem we see here is we’re split by a hedge
The ant can’t see the thumb that’s been holding him down
Not even as he feels it crushing him into the ground
Skyscrapers don’t keep the wolves at bay
Even if the sheep are far and away
The black bear has crawled up the last apple tree
He’s eaten all the fruit for miles to see
Let’s go find a grove and settle down
Somewhere far away, not to be found
Is there such a place where the wild still roam?
No it is true the Eagle can still reach you by phone
The cat scratched the door till he got out
Now the bathroom’s open he’s still trapped in a house
We live our lives in freedom and this is what we believe
Not much different than a mouse, we’re caught in a dream
The world says you get what you deserve
So why do the good men get the bullets and the burns?
The problem we see here is we’re split by a hedge
The ant can’t see the thumb that’s been holding him down
Not even as he feels it crushing him into the ground
Skyscrapers don’t keep the wolves at bay
Even if the sheep are far and away
The black bear has crawled up the last apple tree
He’s eaten all the fruit for miles to see
Let’s go find a grove and settle down
Somewhere far away, not to be found
Is there such a place where the wild still roam?
No it is true the Eagle can still reach you by phone
The cat scratched the door till he got out
Now the bathroom’s open he’s still trapped in a house
We live our lives in freedom and this is what we believe
Not much different than a mouse, we’re caught in a dream
The world says you get what you deserve
So why do the good men get the bullets and the burns?
Friday, September 2, 2011
Coffee
I started my day like any other day as I remember them from my college years. I got up, showered, and made myself a cup of coffee with my French press. As I was stirring the grounds into the hot water, I was trying to remember what I had due in my classes. Beginning to realize that I had no recollection of the day before, I thought to myself, “this is strange.” I shrugged it off as I submerged the plunger and pushed the grounds to the bottom of the carafe. It was an odd feeling, but I somehow figured I must have had some deep dreams the night before and my mind just hadn’t caught up to reality yet. So I poured my coffee into my favorite mug and sat down to check the news and drink my joe before heading off to campus. As I was sitting there sipping on my coffee, I couldn’t help but think, “why can’t I remember what was going on in my classes?” It was a bizarre feeling, and I was kind of freaking out a little.
I finished my coffee and it was time to go, so I went to the sink and placed my empty cup on top of the pile of dishes that my flat-mate still hadn’t gotten to. “I’m going to have to remind him again,” I told myself out loud in an agitated tone as I grabbed my keys and my bag and headed for the door. On the way to campus I continued to try and conjure up any memory of the day before, or even the semester, but with no luck.
As I headed up the steps of Jackson Hall, I marveled that I actually knew where my classes were… it was odd that I hadn’t forgotten that. I rounded the corner and opened the door, just in time, a minute more and I would have been late. It was a small class and the professor had a real distaste for students who show up late. I headed towards my seat, but something wasn’t right, there was a girl in my seat, and she wasn’t a familiar face. I looked around and realized the only familiar face was the teacher’s, I didn’t know any of these students. I started to apologize to the professor, “I must have the wrong day. I have your class tomorrow, don’t I?” He looked at me with a bewildered face and said, “Son, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never seen you in my life, now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got a lecture I’m about to start so I’d appreciate if you would clear out of my classroom.” I was shocked, didn’t know how to reply, “What? Surely you know me, I’ve had five classes with you over the last two years,” I exclaimed in a frantic tone. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is, but I don’t have time for it, please get out, this is a classroom and we are on a schedule here.” I turned and made a dash for the door, but as I lunged into it to push it open, it didn’t budge and I ran right into it. I smacked my head hard on the solid wood door and fell to the ground with a thud as everything went black.
An instant later I woke up with a start. The flight stewardess asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I looked at her with a confused face blinking a few times. She started to turn away towards the other side of the plane just as I recalled her attention, “I’d like a cup of coffee.”
I finished my coffee and it was time to go, so I went to the sink and placed my empty cup on top of the pile of dishes that my flat-mate still hadn’t gotten to. “I’m going to have to remind him again,” I told myself out loud in an agitated tone as I grabbed my keys and my bag and headed for the door. On the way to campus I continued to try and conjure up any memory of the day before, or even the semester, but with no luck.
As I headed up the steps of Jackson Hall, I marveled that I actually knew where my classes were… it was odd that I hadn’t forgotten that. I rounded the corner and opened the door, just in time, a minute more and I would have been late. It was a small class and the professor had a real distaste for students who show up late. I headed towards my seat, but something wasn’t right, there was a girl in my seat, and she wasn’t a familiar face. I looked around and realized the only familiar face was the teacher’s, I didn’t know any of these students. I started to apologize to the professor, “I must have the wrong day. I have your class tomorrow, don’t I?” He looked at me with a bewildered face and said, “Son, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never seen you in my life, now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got a lecture I’m about to start so I’d appreciate if you would clear out of my classroom.” I was shocked, didn’t know how to reply, “What? Surely you know me, I’ve had five classes with you over the last two years,” I exclaimed in a frantic tone. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is, but I don’t have time for it, please get out, this is a classroom and we are on a schedule here.” I turned and made a dash for the door, but as I lunged into it to push it open, it didn’t budge and I ran right into it. I smacked my head hard on the solid wood door and fell to the ground with a thud as everything went black.
An instant later I woke up with a start. The flight stewardess asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I looked at her with a confused face blinking a few times. She started to turn away towards the other side of the plane just as I recalled her attention, “I’d like a cup of coffee.”
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