(`. Draw the Blinds On Yesterday .`)
When opening the blackout curtains of my chamber this morning I almost had to do a double-take at the clock face: 7am and still pitch black out! I was under the impression it was still light in the mornings. A lot has been slipping past me unchecked of late....
Autumn is something of a faux season; its just something to call that brusque period between summer and winter, any character we give it is just an excusatory mixture of reminiscence and anticipation.
Thats a perfect analogy for much of our lives....
-- Draw the Blinds On Yesterday --
I draw the blinds on yesterday
And in my mind I slip away
Unto the place I now call home
That lucent land where Im alone.
I draw the blinds on yesterday
And let it gently slip away
Until no trace of it remains
And free I am of its cold chains.
G.T.
~~~~ How to Navigate My Journal ~~~~
When opening the blackout curtains of my chamber this morning I almost had to do a double-take at the clock face: 7am and still pitch black out! I was under the impression it was still light in the mornings. A lot has been slipping past me unchecked of late....
Autumn is something of a faux season; its just something to call that brusque period between summer and winter, any character we give it is just an excusatory mixture of reminiscence and anticipation.
Thats a perfect analogy for much of our lives....
-- Draw the Blinds On Yesterday --
I draw the blinds on yesterday
And in my mind I slip away
Unto the place I now call home
That lucent land where Im alone.
I draw the blinds on yesterday
And let it gently slip away
Until no trace of it remains
And free I am of its cold chains.
G.T.
~~~~ How to Navigate My Journal ~~~~