Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again
Where? I don’t know
Maria says she’s dying
through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don’t know
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
and she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus
she parks her car outside of my house
and takes her clothes off
says she’s close to understanding Jesus
and she knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
she has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous
Round here we’re carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she’s slipping through my hands
Sleeping children better run like the wind
out of the lightning dream
Mama’s little baby better get herself in
out of the lightning
She says, “It’s only in my head.”
She says, “Shh I know it’s only in my head.
But the girl on the car in the parking lot
says, “Man you should try to take a shot.
can’t you see my walls are crumbling?”
Then she looks up at the building
and says she’s thinking of jumping
She says she’s tired of life
she must be tired of something
Round here she’s always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here we’re never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I can’t see nothin’, nothin’, round here.
You catch me if I’m falling.
You catch me if I’m falling.
You catch me cause I’m falling down on you
I said, “I’m under the gun…”
Oh, man, I said, “I’m under the gun…”
And I can’t see nothin’, nothin’.
Have you ever had the feeling you don’t belong? A gut instinct telling you to travel a different road? A sense that your life’s goal is just within reach if you could just pull it into focus and see the path that leads you there? The endless search for a purified contrast between wrong and right, and the ability to choose the right stones that will support your destiny? These things sometimes bring you to the brink of giving up, yet a voice in your head tells you….”just one more step.” Follow that voice.
Maria left behind all she knew, took a chance and hoped for the best because she had a dream and it consumed her being. The past was replaced by the tightrope of the unknown, a willingness to reach for something new and hopeful. And yet she cried for past ease and comfort. Nothing in life is free, there is a price to be paid for every goal. Learn that lesson well and you will be rewarded through perseverance.
Society paints us with the same brush, each person is a line on this study or that poll. Numbers dictate the “will of the people” even if it doesn’t fit your idea of a full life. So why then do you still persist with the crowd? Not me, no not me. I shall not follow the norm. I will be me.
The tightrope we walk is surrounded by well meaning people that think they have the answers. Much thought has been applied to the systems and ideals they feel will bring about a equal and unbiased society, equality for all they say. Time has shown this idea to be nothing but folly, the able and connected few always end up on top while the many suffer. We will sacrifice like lambs for the ideology of the fools we embrace if were not careful.
I feel the draw of as much independence as I can muster. An urge to control my life and follow what my heart tells me is the best use of my time on this earth. Once a day passes you by there is no recovery. No changing the outcome, no altering the choices made and the sometimes problematic results. I feel wisdom is defined as the ability to make the best with what you are given each day and I strive to improve my ability as best I can
The urge to give up can be a powerful foe, gnawing at you relentlessly until you start to feel like you have nothing left. The foundations of your existence crumbling before you as you face the onslaught of daily life in this cruel world. Never give in, never back down or fail you shall. Nobody said life was easy so focus on the beauty of each sunrise, bask in the glory of each sunset, and remember tomorrow holds no sway over today. Tomorrow is another chance to get it right.