It’s all white lines and chalk dust,
Just doodling and scribbling
Upon the fading surface of my brain
It’s all just shapes and patterns:
The music dies,
The lyrics still remain
It’s so much unreality,
Just noodling and quibbling
Out on the slate that this poor blog is for
It’s all just dreams and fancy:
But one day, I
Won’t have them anymore
Hopefully you’ll have them for as long as you need them, and want them.
So you jot these words down to allow them to stay much much longer? 😉
It’s more that I write them down in the hope someone else might be able to explain me to me.
Ha! And then you will wonder, how much of that explanation is truly me, and how much of it is the other’s perception of me. hehe
dear one, you are the one who has always said, “to share is human” and so we must!