Thursday, 16 September 2010

a place called home

Well, it's not hard to see
Anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just a rolling stone
Never landing anyplace to call my own
To call my own

Well, it seems like so long ago
But it really ain't you know
I started out a crazy kid
Miracle I made it through the things I did
The things I did

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
‘Til then, I travel alone
And I make my bed with the stars above my head
And dream of a place called home

I had a chance to settle down
Get a job and live in town
Work in some old factory
I never liked the foreman standing over me
Over me

Oh I’d rather walk a winding road
Rather know the things I know
See the world with my own eyes
No regrets, no looking back, no goodbyes
No goodbyes

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
‘Til then, I travel alone
And I make my bed with the stars above my head
And I dream of a place called home


This is how I feel very often. And in this feeling I often felt near to you. I'm traveling alone. I have not much stuff figured out. And I sometimes want to forget all my mental labyrinths and just do, enjoy. Because most of the time I am a let's-figure-it-out person. I get attached to people very soon, if I like that soul and the way that soul thinks. I am not really good with silence. I do not like silence very much. I scare people away, I know.

What a pity.
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4 comments:

  1. Vale16 September 2010 at 14:54

    u can learn silence

    and u r very good at learning

    ;o)

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  2. magnolia16 September 2010 at 15:59

    dear vale,

    I am not very sure I want to learn silence, at least not in the context I mean. when situations are not spoken out. because in my experience not speaking led to misunderstandings and suffering. one expects something, the other something else. so i speak out.

    Fool, said I, you do not know
    silence like a cancer grows
    hear my words and I might teach you
    take my arms and I might reach you
    but my words
    like silent raindrops fell
    and echoed in the wells of silence

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  3. Vale16 September 2010 at 16:10

    I meant more "the art of silence"

    not to let the silence make a distance

    more to learn about timing.. a good timing for u to explain might be a bad time listening for someone else, to learn the silence to find the moment to talk

    =)

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  4. magnolia16 September 2010 at 16:24

    i see, well that is an art indeed. not sure how well I am doing with it...

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