The Busy Fool

Too much runnin' around an' you can make yourself tired. Always lookin' for something to do, gettin' red behind the ears tryin' to justify your existence. All the action will only wear you out, drive you into the ground; horizontal beneath the dust is what you'll be.

Me at 48

Gettin' older and less attractive, will have to look for new ways by which to define myself. No point in lookin' too hard in the mirror these days, the mask of illusion easily slips off. Settle for what you are is the best way to think...a kinda nice guy in his late 40s who would no doubt still crack if he found himself in a very stressful situation. But unless that happens the chances are he will just carry on, slowly falling to pieces, but mostly smilin'.

No Dreams

Dreams. Dunno why I can't remember them these days. Gone on for weeks now, maybe months. Know I am living in strange landscapes when night falls but cannot retrieve them from in my mind. Used to wake up in the mornings and there would be an echo, a feeling, a distant picture of what had gone before but now there is nothing. Just the waking, the getting up and stepping into the daylight again.