And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

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Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

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My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

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Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon














































































































































































































Sunday, April 10, 2005

Today is a good day. It's been a while since I've just had a really good day. A beautiful day. It was so nice outside. Sunny and warm and just right. I almost forgot how much I love just walking through the woods. I think I could spend all day walking through Welwyn. Or sitting down at the beach. I discovered a new place to sit down there. On the rocks. Where you can just sit and listen to the waves. I love that sound so much. I went down there twice today. Also discovered it's a very good place to read and to watch the sunset. Damn, I'm so lucky. Very few people get the chance to see a sunset like the one I can see.

Oh, it's so nice to just have a good day. A good environment. Good conversation. Good thinking. Good reading. Just in general good. And no bad at all, it's great. At some point I'll have to write down all the thoughts I've been having recently. Mainly dealing with the flaws of democracy. It's a scary thing when I'm questioning democracy, and the very concept of freedom. It's like questioning my own foundations, that I thought were stronger than anything else. I'm still just so damn unsure about it all. It's good questioning though. Very good. And I never realized how hard it was to answer the simple question, What is Freedom? It's very hard. Very complex. Eh, I've got so many thoughts on this I can't think straight. But today's been a good day for thoughts. I'm glad I've starting thinking about things again. I don't like being in a state of constant beliefs. I love it when I think so much that my beliefs are constantly changing and evolving. Because growth, that's almost as important as truth. And Truth isn't static. Evolution is always necessary to find and keep Truth. So I'm working on that evolution again. And am pretty damn happy about it.


brynnlee let the night fall at 8:18 PM

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