tangledupinblue

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
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"So there he was, going 3-for-4 with two doubles and two stolen bases that seemed to set the kind of tone the Marlins usually set against the Mets with their speed on the bases. Surely Reyes is just hitting his stride, if you will, and has more games like this ahead of him, this year and beyond, when he can win games almost single-handedly."

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And that's what I'm thinking about today.

So yeah, I guess it's about par for the course. Something's got me feverishly restless, and I don't know what it is. Sometimes I feel completely peaceful, and sometimes I feel rightly as if the entire trajectory of my life is dead wrong. So I don't get why it's all good or all bad to me -- seems a far likelier prospect that the truth lies somewhere in between. I guess I've been through an awful lot, to be fair, with the arbitration, the ungodly hours, and then my dad's illness, and so, well, maybe the house of the mind is taking its sweet time to settle. I don't know. But I am looking around and feeling dissociated. Time to cut and run maybe? Time to get out of New York? Well, I've got my resume at a bunch of New Orleans firms, and that's good for the long haul, but maybe it would behoove me to go to the farm sooner, rather than later. Was planning to go at the end of August, but my wheels are beyond spinning right now. Last week or so, it's fair to say that the axles have been broken in halves. Anyway, I don't know. Goddamn, grrrrrrrrr, "someone open up a door and let me out of this place" cause something all of a sudden feels entirely wrong. Like in a Bogie movie where he is kissing a woman, realizes she's just sold him out to a gunsel and recoils with a look of disdain on his face. Yup, that's what I am doing today

Note: I couldn't quite find the "specific disdain" face, so I got the drunk and generally disdainful face.