As I lay there three miles from home, in between a set of train tracks while staring at the nearly full moon. I ask, "Why am I even here? What is this supposed to teach me?" I waited for an answer none came. And So I waited, in the back of my head the mad hope came that I would be struck by one of those Iron behemoths. Unfortunately I was not that lucky. I finished off my cigar and tossed it into the water. And began my lengthy trip home. Not a quarter of a mile into the trip my leg cramped up and in the face of the pain I put on my mp3 player. And realize the song it started on auto play was a damned good summary of my life. The last few verses in particular.
(I) I am the one
(The one) Who sold his soul
(His soul) Forever gone to be the
Last Man Standing
Seeing clearer what I've done
I'd refuse to let things go
I could never once admit I'm wrong
And what do I have to show?
Seeing clearer what's at stake
And the things I have to change
I just hope I can, it's not too late
To get a chance to end this pain
yeah, pretty much sums it all up. Then i saw my lesson. I found the gift of the night. That I needed to accept myself. because Im probably going to be around for a while. The pain vanished and I continued my trip home.
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