tales from an ordinary world

2003-04-11

Everybody's talking. I'm happy for them, though sometimes it's hard to hear myself think.

We're still under attack. The birds are circling, watching, waiting. And now the rain's coming, too. Wash away my fears, until there's clouds in my bed. Tell me I'm doing the right thing, and then leave me alone. A drummer boy, facing the west. I'll play it 'till the sun goes down and then I'll dream of sleep.