He hears the ticking of the clocks...
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate
- Dylan, Simple Twist of Fate, Blood on the Tracks
Tick, tick, tick. Other times and other places have already welcomed a new year. As this earth spins through space, and an imaginary line comes into view on the horizon, what will another year bring. It's a pretty strange thing, this slicing and dicing of time. Once we would have only worried about what season it was, not what year... though our bodies themselves betrayed what season of our lives it was.
Now that I know what second, what minute, what day it is... why can I hardly wait for this one to pass? 2011 wasn't really bad for me, though I know many it was bad for. It was just deadening. Like I'm walking along in the fog, and discovering that I'm actually laying on the ground and only thinking I'm walking.
Wonder if this will be the new year where I trick myself into caring about that.
I know there is no use waiting for a simple twist of fate, but that doesn't make it easier to peel myself off this velcro seat. Maybe it will help that I'm so sick of myself.
OK, enough of that rubbish. I hope not anyone else is thinking this...
In a minute it will be time to live.
Happy New Year.
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate
- Dylan, Simple Twist of Fate, Blood on the Tracks
Tick, tick, tick. Other times and other places have already welcomed a new year. As this earth spins through space, and an imaginary line comes into view on the horizon, what will another year bring. It's a pretty strange thing, this slicing and dicing of time. Once we would have only worried about what season it was, not what year... though our bodies themselves betrayed what season of our lives it was.
Now that I know what second, what minute, what day it is... why can I hardly wait for this one to pass? 2011 wasn't really bad for me, though I know many it was bad for. It was just deadening. Like I'm walking along in the fog, and discovering that I'm actually laying on the ground and only thinking I'm walking.
Wonder if this will be the new year where I trick myself into caring about that.
I know there is no use waiting for a simple twist of fate, but that doesn't make it easier to peel myself off this velcro seat. Maybe it will help that I'm so sick of myself.
OK, enough of that rubbish. I hope not anyone else is thinking this...
In a minute it will be time to live.
Happy New Year.