|Needle In The Hay.||2004-04-20 19:33:13 ET|
I've been filled with music that transports, and causes, productivity to seep from my pores.
Saturday I head back to what took me four weeks to break myself back into.
Back to the talk, back to the complicated.
But i've learned something from this trip, and stored foundations on what happens in the next year.
Thirty-eight days and counting till that wonderful excuse becomes a distant memory.
I will see faces, ones that stir up something.
I'm in search of a change.
And I have a pretty damn good idea of what needs to be.
Maybe, somehow, I know who this is, this person I have to look at constantly.
I certainly haven't lost my flare for succeeding the impossible.
Look out, it's my turn to pass up judgement.
I'm flying by the seat of my pants,
and time, no longer exists.