the ride carries me ever farther away, closer in,
so amazing to feel like a part of something, something ‘happening’…
so twisted to feel so alone in a world of people i’ll (mostly) never see again…
the ride…
the ride i been on so many times, but theres that fleeting thing i just cant escape,
the looks in their eyes i may see in others back home,
but will i ever remember each face, each name, each handshake,
and will it ever matter…?
life folds in on itself once again,
i see semi-replicas of old friends, cast from similar molds with different inserts,
different smiles, different story lines, different life-lens…
ahh as my old friend Colin once said:
the joke becomes ever more complex
i flee i feel i fear, not one familiar voice i hear…
TONIGHTS THE SHOW!
feelin it,
rithers
