tales from an ordinary world

2000-10-03b

The unfinished symphony of someone who ought to know better. Wanting in both rhyme and rhythm. Busy instead with a longing for places far, whilst tied to places near. One might think, one might hope, one might expect all manner of things. But we're working towards that common goal raising the hammer, shifting the rock, blowing the trumpet, that we may one day exclaim "Oh happy day !"

Just exactly how did it all come to this, anyway ?