Entry: There's no promise of a tomorrow, and we're wasting our today. Monday, May 07, 2007



Having a horrible sleepless night.  Abandoned the attempt to fall asleep.  Sitting on my desk, looking out of the window I can look to the west, as the sun rises on the other side.  A grey light appearing behind the palm trees.

I just realized I'm soon to be 43.  Life has quite conveniently slipped me by.  I don't know what dream have I been chasing?

I can't let the rest of the years slip through my fingers, like dust in the wind.

On my jukebox:

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

   1 comments

lilac
May 18, 2007   12:44 PM PDT
 
You have said true words…..life just goes on and so our urge of realizing an unknown dream…..something keeps on pinching us somewhere in the mind or heart……but life goes on and on…..and then it ends…

“Its all turned upside down…
No way out of this mess.
Not even death…
But whats death?
I’ve got no answer still in my life…
Which I don’t know what it is yet….
When I understand I probably die….
I’m nervous…
Very nervous…..”

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