Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses
You’ve been out riding fences…for oh, so long
….Freedom, oh, that’s just some people talking
Your prison is walking through this world all alone.
Its creeping onto to 9pm and I’m still here in office, tapping away on my computer. There’s exactly one other person in the office, who’s presence in my consciousness exists only because of the steady tak-takking on his keyboard too.
This is one of my all-time favorite songs and I’m playing it at a volume that it fills my senses and shuts out all other things I don’t want to hear. Something like the way I keep everything in my line of sight tidy and colourful but just beyond my peripheral vision there’ll be papers spilling out and messes piling up.
It may be raining…but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before its too late.
I don’t know why I like this song….or why it feels so good right now. I’m enjoying this moment, being alone (or something like it)….a sense of being complete and unshakeable. I could work all night if I had to. I could actually leave right now but I’m not in a tearing hurry. Outside the world is crowded, noisy, bright….and intrusive.
Freedom is really just some people talking. My prison is walking through a world where alonness is so very rare.
It seems to me some fine things have been laid on your table
But you only want the one you can’t have.