Friday, March 5, 2021

Dark Side of the Moon


 Strange, 
How hope and fear
Can be so near in proximity...
So similar in their ability to cripple one's will...
It's all in how you apply it...
Anything can be toxic
When used incorrectly...
Even hope...
Pipe dreams
Leaving a lingering sense that maybe next time
It won't be so bad...
That you'll learn how to navigate those stormy seas...
Smooth sailing, right?
Only if you're living in the future,
And not paying attention to the now...
That's where the damage happens...
Now...
We cling to ideas and ideals
As if they were actual human beings...
The actual humans are often just something that we form uninformed opinions about...
Just a reflection of ourselves...
"All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love.
All that you hate.
All you distrust.
All you save.
All that you give.
All that you deal.
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create.
All you destroy.
All that you do.
All that you say.
All that you eat.
And everyone you meet.
All that you slight,
And everyone you fight.
All that is now.
All that is gone.
All that's to come,
and everything under the sun is in tune,
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon."
Pink Floyd, Eclipse...
Had to cite the entirety of the lyrics...
It felt right...
The theme music for this time in my life...
The Dark Side of the Moon...
From a time when I had a bit more hope than I generally do now...
Or, at least, when it was much more optimistic...
Driving the backroads as a teen with my "little brother" Mike in the passenger seat...
Blasting The Dark Side and The Wall...
Roger Waters, he knew...
He knew how we were feeling...
He understood...
That lingering feeling that you're an outcast,
And finding yourself, regardless...
From my now adult perspective,
The meanings of those albums are much more poignant...
Even more personal...
They have aged well...
My heart is still beating
Like the intro to and the last moments of
The experience of that vinyl...
The clicks and the pops...
That was my first memory of it...
On the cusp of the digital age...

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