It is often interesting to write from a new place , specially when I am visiting locations for conferences or just trips that are in some way designed to be productive. I don't know whether it is the idea of having something on your mind, or whether it is a way of feeling less guilty and somehow involved with what surrounds you. In any case I always like the idea of being lost in new places, thought not hopelessly lost but in the sense that you get an idea in the sense of something new that will surround you. And if you let it, it will let you meet new people and experience something unique. Thus now matter how troublesome and tiring some journeys are, if they are worth making, make them. They are not to be held in whimsy or dreams, they are lived everyday in real life.
Lost in Colorado
In yesteryear and between spaces in my mind,
I find a dark night and a drunken one that is easy to find
I follow along the sleepy eyes, the empty glasses we don't drink from anymore
We are happy in the randomness that surrounds me like ever before
Lost in Colorado blues, the sunny side or afternoon drizzle on my shoulder,
If the little bits of me find solace, and feels just a little younger
We have walked the streets, from Pearl to streets whose name I seem to forget
But getting lost was easy at times, it is important to go out with no regrets.
We are modelers from the real world, and yet we choose to create versions or reality,
We are scenarios in the open world, we are as real as reality can be
Locked in places where the worlds may change we dream big in hills that surrounds us
And we are part of the mystery that may change a few and a few that shrouds us
From places we come, we meet we depart, we learn from the best, we leave for another day,
We are not lost for a long long time, we are just finding reasons to come back again
In Colorado hues in the morning times we fade in and out of dreams we dream on clean sheets,
We are requiems of another day, for now we are our own dreams looking for things we need.
Lost in Colorado
In yesteryear and between spaces in my mind,
I find a dark night and a drunken one that is easy to find
I follow along the sleepy eyes, the empty glasses we don't drink from anymore
We are happy in the randomness that surrounds me like ever before
Lost in Colorado blues, the sunny side or afternoon drizzle on my shoulder,
If the little bits of me find solace, and feels just a little younger
We have walked the streets, from Pearl to streets whose name I seem to forget
But getting lost was easy at times, it is important to go out with no regrets.
We are modelers from the real world, and yet we choose to create versions or reality,
We are scenarios in the open world, we are as real as reality can be
Locked in places where the worlds may change we dream big in hills that surrounds us
And we are part of the mystery that may change a few and a few that shrouds us
From places we come, we meet we depart, we learn from the best, we leave for another day,
We are not lost for a long long time, we are just finding reasons to come back again
In Colorado hues in the morning times we fade in and out of dreams we dream on clean sheets,
We are requiems of another day, for now we are our own dreams looking for things we need.
No comments:
Post a Comment