words, words... they never come close.
I’m standing, staring at my breath as it rises from in front of my face, thick and flowing as if I had just released a drag from the cigarette I’d finished an hour or so before. I watch as my breath rises, parallel and so close in kind to the mist rising from the lake below me. It’s morning, and with the air so crisp at my cheeks, I could almost swear I’m the only one witnessing this sunrise. I hear the chirruping of birds across this man-made liquid mirror and I am lifted up with their song. I am now miles above the ground, looking down on the beginning of a brand new day from on high, wondering what the men and women below are thinking as they carry themselves in vehicles of the finest Detroit and Tokyo steel to jobs and destinations unknown. My thoughts then turn inward as my feet carry me to starboard, along the edge of the railed-off precipice designed to keep drunken young coeds from tumbling down the slope to the cold waters below. I think of all the things that are said amid my family of ten and two, and of all the things that go unsaid amongst us, but which long to be uttered through and through. I have been watching lately, observing things that might normally slip past my ever-flowing attention span. I see a lot that other people may or may not be seeing as well, and I long to see a resolution to more than one of these conundrums. Yet I lack the feeling that it is any of my business to interfere, and so I continue to watch these friendly dramas unfold, happy to be told the details and to be leaned on for support when the need hails… and I can’t help but smile at the life we all are living, which, though it lacks a certain little bit of sheer ambition, keeps us wishing that these things will never change so we could keep on pissing drunk our lives away, well okay, even if maybe it’s just for today… I cry, and I lie when I say that I don’t get by. ‘cause I’ll be perfectly honest… I get by with a little help from my friends. And I get high with a little help from my friends. and with a little help from my friends I can to anything I want to. Or close, anyway. The sun’s shining in as I recollect my thoughts, and something tells me that tired as I am not, I’ll lie down my thumping head and soon enough I’ll be back on, and up amongst the living. And just watch how I’m living, because by doing so I’m giving you the pieces of my heart.