October
The search. I am searching, an explorer, a wonderer, a shaman, powerless, unknowledged. What is my goal? Where is my apex? Is it love? Companionship? Cuddling-in-front-of-a-movie comfort? Welcome to my life, as told by Rogers and Hammerstein. Or, I believe it was Shakespeare, The all-encompassing Bard who told us that A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. Yet another anonymous long-haired icon said that Every rose has it's thorn. Come, laugh with me, laugh at me, romp, bask in the glory that, thank god, only I can know. I was born for naivety. Sweet song, keep playin' that same old tune. Tune up, a bit off-key but you know the melody. This cowboy does have his song. God save the dream.