"....Try and Catch the Wind."
The past few days have been kinda topsy-turvy, maybe I should be like some folks who blame it on a full moon, but I won't. I've been in-focus, outta focus...thoughful, and thoughtless. I've put my feelings ahead of others, when I shouldn't. At times my mind has spun out of control, other times I've been razor-sharp; in turn so has my tongue at times. Quite a few times the words have lept out of my mouth before I could just swallow them whole. Have you ever wondered why some days you can be out of sync, with others, so easily?
Yeah I've had a couple of "those" days.
No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get it right. Even though I felt right inside...It didn't seem right coming through the outside...I'm not even sure who I pained more...was it you?..was it me? Hell. with it! Let's be truthful I never really have ever keep score. Most of the time I don't pay attention to what time it is...or even today's date. I just know life keeps going on and the world revolves in it's own subtle way.
Funny enough, those who know me pretty well, this won't seem to abstract, or secret coded. Nor will it be random, pointless fact. For some of you who may not know me so well; will probably understand what I am writing simply because they are of colláge thoughts, mosiac dreams, their realities are that of taking chances in what they believe in, and catching it right in the palm of their hand. Nor are we willing once we catch it willing to just let it carelessly slip through our fingers.
But this song below is for you...you who understand. You are my fellow Quixotian friend.
P.S. For those of you left scratching your head and thinking, "What the hell is he writing about?" I have one answer for you....SSSsshh! It's a secret. But you can enjoy the song as well.
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