Add text... see if you can find the subtext... three a.m.
I have few friends who brave cyberspace at this hour. I am unique in my circle. On the way home I was composing a... well, a compostion. Yes... I have said things like this before. There is no need to rehash. I am here, nonetheless.
It is three in the morning.
Notes from a distant piano filled the cabin of my vintage sport utility vehicle as I made my way home this evening. The notes weren't distant so far as physics is concerned. They were blaring out of my speakers, sure enough. But they came from elsewhere -- somewhere over the hills and far away. I mean, those sounds of the piano were not produced in my car.
That is for sure.
I saw many faces tonight. Most of them I had been met with before at one point or another. One of the face's owners told me that she had been enamored with a while ago. That is nice and all. I just don't really see it amounting to anything any time soon.
An old friend of mine has suddenly resurfaced. I wonder if I will be able to make like old times this time. I have tried before. But I also had alterior motives. I am not sure that I trust myself enough to believe myself now when I say, "there is no alterior motive."
I talked to some other familiar faces today. One of them told me all about the government and God, and what was what and who was who -- he laid it all out for me in black and white. But it seems incomplete to me without the colorful aid of the entire electromagnetic spectrum. What I mean to say is that he was looking at the subject from only one point of view. I believe he ought to look at it under a different light.
I am less sure each day that there is a definitive answer that we will ever come to. I don't believe it for us to know. I think that the quest for said answer is noble, but ultimately a folly.
If that makes sense.
It is hubris that has driven us so far and to such extremes. Me thinks that we ought to sit back and sip a mai thai at some fun in the sun beach bungalo picture perfect smile. I know that that place doesn't neccessarily exist for everybody.
But we can pretend for a while.
It is three in the morning.
Notes from a distant piano filled the cabin of my vintage sport utility vehicle as I made my way home this evening. The notes weren't distant so far as physics is concerned. They were blaring out of my speakers, sure enough. But they came from elsewhere -- somewhere over the hills and far away. I mean, those sounds of the piano were not produced in my car.
That is for sure.
I saw many faces tonight. Most of them I had been met with before at one point or another. One of the face's owners told me that she had been enamored with a while ago. That is nice and all. I just don't really see it amounting to anything any time soon.
An old friend of mine has suddenly resurfaced. I wonder if I will be able to make like old times this time. I have tried before. But I also had alterior motives. I am not sure that I trust myself enough to believe myself now when I say, "there is no alterior motive."
I talked to some other familiar faces today. One of them told me all about the government and God, and what was what and who was who -- he laid it all out for me in black and white. But it seems incomplete to me without the colorful aid of the entire electromagnetic spectrum. What I mean to say is that he was looking at the subject from only one point of view. I believe he ought to look at it under a different light.
I am less sure each day that there is a definitive answer that we will ever come to. I don't believe it for us to know. I think that the quest for said answer is noble, but ultimately a folly.
If that makes sense.
It is hubris that has driven us so far and to such extremes. Me thinks that we ought to sit back and sip a mai thai at some fun in the sun beach bungalo picture perfect smile. I know that that place doesn't neccessarily exist for everybody.
But we can pretend for a while.