"I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say youve gone away from me,
But I can feel you when you breathe."
Oh, Lenny. I love you. You say the words I don't even think to feel.
(blog post, 11:17 pm october 15, 2006)
Time pushes forward but you sit still
You look for any escape you can
Save yourself some time, some money, some sanity
"but you've used up all your coupons
except the one that seems
to be written on your wrist
along with several thousand dreams
now santa claus comes forward
that's a razor in his mitt
and he puts on his dark glasses
and he shows you where to hit
[and then the cameras pan
the stand in stuntman]
dress rehearsal rag, it's just the dress rehearsal rag..."
(stop.breathe.relax)
You wake up. You still can't think clearly.
Cry a bit.
Sleep a while.
Tomorrow will be better.
(Lyrics by Leonard Cohen)