I have some rants to put up, but I don't want to. I'm angry about things, and what people do to animals, and about the way my time in this stupid little city is petering out, but I don't have it in me. I don't have the energy right now. So I'm going to post this, the song that's been on repeat in my head for a long time now...
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more...
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high.
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say...
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more...
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say...
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on
You will always remember
Carry on
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more...
1 comment:
I find I never have the energy for the right rants. It's sort of a good thing, because ranting can lead to harbouring grudges, but at the same time you need to let it out a little so it doesn't fester. Fester is such a dirty sounding word. That song always makes me feel funny in my soul. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Just a funny thing. <3
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