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, October 23, 2005

I had a werid moment last night, where it seemed like everything was done with and I didn't know what to do with myself. I usually am so busy, doing so many different things, and it seems I've forgotten how to just be. I can't remember the last time I didn't have something that needed to be done, whether it was a phone call to make, work to do, an email to send, or a book to read. Or of course, driving around on weekends seeing friends, doing something every moment. I used to spend so much time on my own, just pondering different things. And I actually liked doing that quite a lot. It seemed worthwhile in a way. And when I would be around other people, conversations were meaninful.

Somehow I feel I've lost that. I'm surround by people all the time now. I can't even count the amount of friends I have, friends closer than any I've ever had before. Yet I've forgotten how to just be me like I used to. I can't fully express what I'm trying to say, it's not one of those things that lends it to words, but it's there. And it struck me last night. I was walking around campus, looking at everyone rushing past, with purpose in their stride. Everyone off to do something, yet I couldn't help but be struck with the mundanity of it all. After all, how important is all the crap that we do on a daily basis? What's the worth? So much of it just seems like it's something we do to pass all the time. Yet it also seems there is never enough time. Who knows.

Things are different than they used to be. I rarely go down to the rocks and just relax anymore. I rarely just sit in the trees. I rarely remember how wonderous this place we live in is. Now when I hear the birds it's simply a sign I've been up too long, not a beautiful song like it used to be. I just see things differently now. And I'm not too happy about it. But I don't know how to go back to where I was. I don't even know where I am.

brynnlee let the night fall at 7:12 PM

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