Believe me, I realize how high-school-yearbook-ish it is to offer up music lyrics as something contemplative, but I can’t help myself. I offer the prose below as a guiding light for the year ahead.
Now as our poor young lungs deflate, I'll admit I've gotten older Mellowed out, chatting up those I used to hate The feeling that we're lost will always fade I present no explanation Can't expect our tired patience to satiate for long And therein lies a truth we can sip when we want Disciples of the flow, we can float anywhere If ever there's a drought, I've listed the puddles Proven to better coax the divine out from within Remember there's more road, and places to go And patterns to contemplate, more people to fornicate And remember there's a lot of good omens Supplying the proof that our life is the best joke ever told Remember it's a joke, and leave it alone Let go and try to be always abiding Remember if there's one good reason for dying The sweet silver lining Through you she lives on And therein lies a coast we can see through the fog An island in our thoughts can be heaven on earth I swear to God if I haven't wandered all over then I haven't done something that's worth telling at all After the hell that you've been through, what could I even say? Our Auntie Earth will take us in She awaits our battered shells I'll try to lay as close as I can to you But while we're breathing, I should tell you From the depths of the Void I will love you for your growing crows feet And fully adore the contradictions that we live As all I can give
