Saturday, September 09, 2006

Riding the wave wherever it leads

How is it that life is just like that. I'm usually very guarded in how I communicate but this post will be nothing of the sort.

My head is racing with thoughts that don't form or will never finish. I have to wonder what it is I'm trying to say if anything. You just never know what will come of your life, why it will happen the way it does. Do you try to figure it out or just ride it out?

I'm very much a thinker, this much I know. I'm always analyzing things to death, so I'm told. I don't know how to stop so I just give up. I try to know why it is I do what I do. It's the way I'm made I guess. I can't figure out the answers to things so for now I'm going to do my best to stop asking the questions. Things will be how things will be and nothing much I do can stop it, if I so wanted things stopped, which I dont. Life is about living it, enjoying it. That is where I am right now, I guess as strange as that sounds.

Here is a little something that can maybe better describe my thoughts....

Somebody

At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup
He jokes about his love life
And tells her he's 'bout ready to give up
That's when she says,"I've been there before
But keep on lookin' 'cause maybe who you're lookin' for is..."

Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody

Across town in a crowded elevator
He can't forget the things that waitress said
He usually reads the paper
But today he reads a strangers face instead
It's that blue-eyed girl from two floors up
Maybe she's the one maybe he could fall in love with

Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody

Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
A moment they'd both missed until that day
When he saw his future in her eyes
Instead of just another friendly face
And he wonders why he searched so long
When she was always there at that diner waiting on

Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right on by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody

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