It's the same sort of feeling I get when I'm standing on my front porch and the rain is coming. The clouds are dark and powerful, but I'm not afraid of them. Instead, I welcome them as they advance threatening to wash my life away. I'm not afraid of the storm. I always knew that behind the power, behind all of the strength and danger, the power of renewal was coming. That was the rain of course. You always seemed to me like the storm. Overwhelming, but worth enjoying. That, my dear, is a true statement to this very day.
All of the lights ahead of me were green, the road was clear, the sun was setting. Now I can't decided if they're white or if they're brown. I guess that's the tragedy of being color blind, not being able to enjoy the world as it was meant to be. When you're so bent on believing what you see and not what you're told, things start to get a little blurry. "This is red! This is green!" Well that doesn't help me much anymore, I can't tell the difference. I just know I was holding something important. I was holding it close, and I was okay. I was ready for the future.
I really was the man who never lied, not even to myself. I knew you admired honesty. I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you. I'm just a day late and a dollar short...
And still dreaming...
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
