It seems lately that I don't have the energy to be thoughtful and creative. Sometimes I wonder if I am too busy or maybe just too busy in my head trying to figure out how to make the most of my time. It seems that even after a couple of deliberate months of this, I don't have an answer. Don't get me wrong... I rest, at least once a week, but I have to fight to do it since my nature and the rest of the world beckons me to come and burn the candle at both ends. Nevertheless, I'm still trying to understand how one should pursue dreams, visions and relationships while running on a treadmill.
"I'm old enough to know
That dreams are quickly spent
Like a pouring rain on warm cement
Or fingerprints in dust
Nectar on the wind
Save them for tomorrow
and tomorrow lets you down again."
(Mark Heard - House Of Broken Dreams)
Today, I have a moment to myself.
But perhaps not so much a moment to myself after all.
I'm feeling comforted.
David G.
"All the unsaid words that I might be thinking
And all the little signs that I might give you
They would not be enough
No they would not be enough
So we nod over coffee and say goodbye
Smile over coffee and turn to go
We know the drill and we do it well
We love it, we hate it
Ain't that life
Ain't that the curse of the second hand
Ain't that the way of the hour and the day
If I weren't so alone and afraid
They might pay me what I am worth
But it would not be enough
You deserve better
So we nod over coffee and say goodbye
Do whatever has to be done again today
Get in the traffic and time will fly
Look at the sun and pray for rain
Ain't that the curse of the second hand
Ain't that the way of the hour and the day
The dam of time cannot hold back
The dust that will surely come of these bones
And I'm sure I will not have loved enough
Will not have loved enough
If we could see with wiser eyes
What is good and what is sad and what is true
Still it would not be enough
Could never be enough
So we nod over coffee and say goodbye
Bolt the door it's time to go
Into the car with the radio on
Roll down the window and blow the horn
Ain't that the curse of the second hand
Ain't that the way of the hour and the day"
Lyrics by Mark Heard 1951 - August 1992
"Mark was incredibly real and honest. His lyrics and music, like his life, were open, and expressed what he felt. He constantly strove to communicate. He sought after Reality and Truth with an amazing zeal. He loved people. He loved God. He wanted to help build the bridge between."
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