i've gone around the corner, been around the block, gone up that long steep hill, fallen down the slippery slope...
i've stood in the dark, i've dwelled in lost, couldn't see past my hand, small steps that go nowhere...
hand over my mouth, words stuck in my throat, lumps of hot anger, cold rock of alone-ness, endlessly repeating number 1...
i've punked out, discoed on, rocked heavy, string and woodwinds whispering by...
i've been high, seen colors and walls move, let the chardonnay dig deep into the mellow, let the cuervo unshackle the red-headed harlot that lives in every single girl...
i've loved much, hated few, haven't lived enough, but done plenty...
is this me? now? is this steady? is this contentedness i taste, a comfortable settling....of bones, of mind, of body, of soul.
"today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
my heart going boom boom boom
hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home"
peter gabriel