07 May 2010


Some days I exhaust myself with my own thinking. What has been, what could be, what could have been, what is, what is not, and what I should be or should be doing. Surely there is a time for a measure of that sort of self investigation, but recently it has worn me out.

There is a creative collective spontaneity that I miss. To get there it requires risk, trust, and time. Apathy, fear, and sometimes reason stands in its way...

Anyway, here is lyric snippet from a song I've been working on. It strikes me as right for this moment, though I'm not sure why.

set inside
beauty impermanent

like a light
pattern and incident
pattern and incident

1 comment:

Dean said...

I can definitely relate, my friend, honestly.

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