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~~~ i awoke with the sun in my eyes ~~~
the day started out dark clear blue - innocent
the air was chilly, but the sun was inviting, the radio was playing
even though i didn't always understand the music i tuned in
i generally found a few songs by any given artist that i could relate to
i remember my mother said be careful when you choose your friends
i added to my tree of knowledge: select the ideas you expose your mind to
mid-morning the cirrus appeared, an occasional cumulus snuck in
crawling west to east, blocking the sun now and then, nonetheless it was a beautiful day
~~~ and i breathed deep ~~~
songsmiths though glamorous are just like all of us: full of hopes and dreams
despite their auras they're just trying to express their feelings as best they know how to
by mid-afternoon the sky was dissonant: there was more cloud than sun
by sunset the nimbuses were dark and blotted out the last light
consider with care what books you read, beware the melodies you listen to
protect your mind from the infosphere, habitually prune your ever-branching tree
slowly the bass drum pounding thunder in the distance built up
until the screaming guitar wind and madly drumming rain were here at last
~~~ it was a wild time ~~~
that night my oak tree was struck by lightning
next day i had the pros come and cut it up and take it away
next evening in limbo i played symphonic pink floyd
i called some old friends i had forgotten about
they said: you must carefully choose your favorite web sites
but now i knew: don't simply reject the ideas that you don't cotton to
don't let fear of the unknown be confused with true danger
don't lop off branches before they can bloom
~~~ listen to the music ~~~
the next morning there was a gaping hole in my sky
i awoke with an unfamiliar sun shining directly in my eyes
~~~ and every day since ~~~
©2004 Bill Grundmann
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