Swiss Trippin' - Part 1

Gotta write something but I dunno what to write. Speed of life keeps the world spinnin'...

Swiss trippin'. Took a short trip to Switz to see the Dalai Lama in Lausanne. Kinda nervous on the day of flyin' as a matter of fact. Nerves get jangled these days when I have to go up in the air and the only thing I could do to stay cool was drink a lotta water...

Y'know, it's gettin' too much to write from memories...Gettin' all chronological an' layin' things down on the page in a straight pattern is a dead end game for me these days. Aint no inspiration there, aint no chance of sparks flyin'... Thoughts keep knockin' round my head of writin' about our short trip to Switz which was purely a spiritual journey to see an' take inititaion from the Dalai Lama but what you see in the above paragraph is gonna be pretty much the best I can come up with if ya want me to take a trip down memory lane in an ordely fashion. Jus' can't write like that no more...can't stay on the pump, gotta break free an' explore the garage!

Mon night, another workin' week under way. Kinda realised that Mon is the day that in the office always goes slowest. Time badly drags on a Mon afternoon. Dunno why. Might just be the collective energy of the population pullin' back the clocks, unwillingly of course, but inverse progression to the assumption of wishes is the name o' da game out there in the inconceivable universe of inexplicable bein'. Result? The clocks punch ya!

Memories of Switz...snapshots that need to be taken before they disappear into the those dark halls of half memory never to fully come back. Takin' the train from Geneva to Lausanne, sittin' back, a Happy Jack, lettin' it all wash over me, this strange landscape of Switzerland, foreign signs from outta the crosswires of infinity, high fivin', an' hintin' at dreams I've had for years an' years, like I'm rollin' over in the deep an' I'm blissin'.

That's just the way it is in this spinnin' world an' there aint much ya can do about it. Better to move on an' try to catch what's fresh. Sittin' here an' one minute I think I must be the luckiest guy in the world an' the next most definitely not. Flux of emotions, bobbing up an' down on the bay of right an' wrong, good an' bad, happy an' sad, very much down in the valleys of worldy emotions. What to do? Jus' ride it thro' an' do ya best to enjoy the view.