Sunday 28 September 2003

  • The Waiting Room


    I am a man of many faces and little hearts.  Wrapped up in self delusions and self centeredness, is there will enough for change?


    There is no magician, no theatre d'absurd, no father figure from which to learn.  I am so tired, but can I wake up? 


    Haunted by my past and future, I have forgotten my present.  Perhaps not forgotten, but studiously ignored--in a misguided form of safety through stagnation. 


    Life has no soundtrack, no permanance.  The rule book offered only informs us of what ought and ought not be done.  It does not offer strategy for that which falls inbetween.  The journey is tough.  Am I up for the challenge?