Wednesday, November 02, 2005
night fever
Cos we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
when they all should let us be.
I sit down at the keyboard. Click, Welcome Nina. Click again, click, click again, I am there. Only you wouldn’t recognize me. I am wearing different clothes now. Nothing that constrains, nothing that binds. I need to be able to move, to glide and maneuver.
You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour
My savior when I fall
I’m hanging out with a small handful of bloggers. Out there in cyberspace. The regulars are all there. And we play. First, I catch up. Because they have been at it for a while. I’m usually late.
I'm in. I'm throwing around words and phrases that are very un-Ocean-like. We dance. We show off. We do verbal somersaults.
Comments fly with the speed of the Net. Exposed, raw, sometimes brilliant, sometimes completely lacking in wit.
I really meant to learn
Cos we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
when they all should let us be.
I am fearless. I listen, I pick up the rhythm. I am engaged.
And then I am spent.
I return here to my familiar neighborhood, to my friends in the sidebar.
You know the door to my very soul
And you may not think I care for you
When you know down inside
That I really do
I snuggle in their safe, familiar territory. Teddy bears, all of them. I know them inside out: their way of writing, their strengths, their frailties.
Ocean is calm, Ocean waits, without judgment, without scorn. I’m ready to pick up where I left off here in its murky waters.
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again.
I'm back.
Breaking us down
when they all should let us be.
I sit down at the keyboard. Click, Welcome Nina. Click again, click, click again, I am there. Only you wouldn’t recognize me. I am wearing different clothes now. Nothing that constrains, nothing that binds. I need to be able to move, to glide and maneuver.
You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour
My savior when I fall
I’m hanging out with a small handful of bloggers. Out there in cyberspace. The regulars are all there. And we play. First, I catch up. Because they have been at it for a while. I’m usually late.
I'm in. I'm throwing around words and phrases that are very un-Ocean-like. We dance. We show off. We do verbal somersaults.
Comments fly with the speed of the Net. Exposed, raw, sometimes brilliant, sometimes completely lacking in wit.
I really meant to learn
Cos we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
when they all should let us be.
I am fearless. I listen, I pick up the rhythm. I am engaged.
And then I am spent.
I return here to my familiar neighborhood, to my friends in the sidebar.
You know the door to my very soul
And you may not think I care for you
When you know down inside
That I really do
I snuggle in their safe, familiar territory. Teddy bears, all of them. I know them inside out: their way of writing, their strengths, their frailties.
Ocean is calm, Ocean waits, without judgment, without scorn. I’m ready to pick up where I left off here in its murky waters.
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again.
I'm back.
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What a great post. Especially considering you posted yesterday. Strange. I wonder what you would write if you were a month gone.
ReplyDelete-Nanonymous
>Ocean is calm, Ocean waits, without judgment, without scorn.
ReplyDeleteFrom the beginning we have seen Ocean change and we wait for more changes so that we can journey with you.