The Wandering Dreamer

Facebook.  Are we friends or aren’t we?  Like a BFF, wondering if she’s been replaced, facebook connections (whether from real life or not) will run the deepest and be the most hurt if (more like when) you decide to “unfriend” them.  Those darned decisions, right?  It seemed like a good idea to “friend” your entire family… at the time.  Until you realize Cousin Sally shares TMI (too much information) and Aunt Betty is trying to “friend” all of your friends to sell them cactus juice from Sedona.  And, oh by the way, if you are “friends” with your boss, may the force be with you.

Twitter.  Don’t tread on me.  Your Twitter followers will expect that you pick a style and live with it.  Like, forever.  If you tweet about Bob Marley, Hipsters and Donald Trump’s hair this week.  Don’t expect to talk about existentialism, Requiems…

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I am a mirror…. Alan Parsons Project

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Suppose i were to tell you that the meaning of dreams
Is not all that it seems and the ultimate truth is a lie.
And you are just a puppet who can dance on a string.
Do you feel anything?
Would you laugh? would you care? would you cry?

But the meaning of life is a mystery, how can anyone disagree?
And the music is a symphony which we play in a minor key.

I am a mirror. i am a mirror. looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. i am a mirror. every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you’re the clown. and if i dance you turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears.

So if you are confused and don’t know which way to go.
You will certainly know. from the moment we’re living we die.
And if it’s all a crazy game you don’t want to play
Tell me what you can say.
It’s a joke. it’s the truth. it’s a lie.

But the meaning of life is a mystery that we don’t understand.
And the music is a rhapsody if you’re happy the way that you are.

I am a mirror. i am a mirror. looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. i am a mirror. every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you’re the clown. and if i dance you turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears.

And the meaning of life is a mystery though we live it from day to day.
But the music of live should be harmony so that anyone here can play.

I am a mirror. i am a mirror. looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. i am a mirror. every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you’re the clown. and if i dance you turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears.

 

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Chesapeake Beach Bike Path

Restoration of the Old Trestle Railroad, now a beautiful estuary for local wildlife and excellent use for Maryland Critical Areas preservation…

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And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
William Shakespeare

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