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Take a minute, take a while
Drink it in, breathe deep
Sit back, count your fingers
Let the smell of after-rain linger.
i'd like to think, we still have time for this
Stuck under the cover of the monsoon
Rain washing down on concrete walls
Our open hearts in a mid-day downpour.
i'd like you to think, of all the things we could be
i'd like you to feel, we aren't all that different too
You can be, all that you want to be
i'd like you to know, we aren't all that different too.
i have words to this song, all three verses
You can help with the melody, the choruses
We'll write the rest when we cross that bridge
This will be our song.
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| Your brain, like your muscles, atrophy without use or exercise and that's kinda where my brain is at now i guess. It's easier to hold my breath til my eyes pop out than to churn out a post.
There are a lot of thoughts in my head but they are not filed in any discernible manner. So as i pluck them out and try to arrange them in a way that's coherent even to me, i usually become frustrated that i have the vocabulary of a Peking duck and am thus unable to manage a decent post.
Either that, or i am quite sore and tired of offending people and have become a Safe Simon. Yes, i tell you what you want to hear - and that's not just limited to your wardrobe options; i will sugar coat any mischief that you've been up to as well. All is well because hey, who am i to judge right?
i've come to believe that it is entirely possible to live a life without any real connection. A community of the not-so-connected. And many, like me, have been pushed and shoved off the escalator to Connectedness because numero uno, we are not as charismatic as Tom Selleck (Plus his macho physique and mustache.), nor are we bad ass like the guys from KISS who really don't give a Pate about what's socially acceptable - Although what's socially acceptable nowadays is like asking, "Can i have fries with that?".
So as some of us feel like the world is changing faster than we can adapt, we shrink and crawl back into our own holes, cut ties to whatever remnant of a real community life we used to have and download enough 90's alt rock into our MP3 players to last a lifetime.
The world is changing and i'm not ready for it. And i've got a feeling that it's not something that i'd want to adapt to. That's not the issue.
Is there romance still? Morals? Boundaries? Holiness? Long suffering? Patience?
As a person, have i got the integrity to live an honest life? As a Christian, have i got the integrity in my worship?
This is not a rebuke, i haven't got the slightest clue. This is me, knowing that there is more to live for than to gratify my own needs. Change is difficult.
Change is necessary. Change is the difference between life and death. Change is what is required.
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Your heart looks for ways to get back
To where the lights shone bright where you stay
And it did not hurt to look away
The curtains were up in every window.
Saturdays brings you back home
To an empty room and the company of six lines
Be still there because you know you'll find
What you seek and where you need to be.
Afraid of casting a line because of lurking thoughts
You swam in the deepest depths of the sea
Hid upstream in the highest tree
You harbour the hope that someday you'll be free.
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| But the world is full of people who can give the most elaborate and impassioned advice but do not want to get their hands dirty.
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| Tinged with grey, sugar coated.
With all our excesses and our stomachs bloated.
We don't look like much in these garments of gold and shining silver,
Candy bar wrappers and empty smiles.
Tinged with regret, never fading.
With all our hearts broken and hopes waning.
To make sure that the past is never far,
So we don't forget who we are.
It just might be a darn good thing too.
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