my kingdom for a storm
the sands of change, they are a-shiftin, and its getting harder to walk, the breath of the familiar, it is a-liftin, and its getting harder to talk. stick something w/ the same needle enough times, you start losing the point... the way I'm seeing it, something big needs to happen, either within, or without, or both, sameness can kill you, run enough circles round the earth, you wear your way down to fire. A new trail is required, a new method is sought. I read a passage from a book, "conversations w/ God", talked about how life is the entity that is us willingly forgetting who they are, and using their time in this world to re-learn, to re-remember, to truly understand, not just know, thyself. so maybe the roots are seeking good soil, and the tree is seeking to learn how to contribute to the surroundings again, it needs a nice, clensing storm, a wave of change, the soil needs to give way, new silt needs to get in. but how do we escape sameness, when all we're ever told is to do everythning we can to embrace it? how do we rise to action when the world we act for sucks our souls from our tired husks and leaves us without will or conviciton? when our muse inspires us, when our beliefs move us, when life just fucks with us, why are we afraid to react? what stops so many of us from doing so much? why can't we all be a little crazy? Dont wait to happen, go be, don't wait to understand, go see. abandon your anchor and sail. don't be like me....