Mining the Past

This morning I found the text of my old web log. Here is an excerpt:

And after September I finally went back to Yoga.

5/7/05

Taking a Look

 Step into a booth

Slip a dollar in the slot

Curtain opens come on baby

Show me what you’ve got

I’m young and I’m lonely

I can feel the blood in my vein

Got a rock in my hand

Nowhere to hide my shame

Cold sun rising over a pile of ruins

I look at myself and ask

“What am I doin’? ”

Step out of sunlight

Into shade

Take a sip from the cup

Of coffee I made

Lookin’ down the long pipe

Of my father’s gun

Longin’ for simple days

Of being his son

Come to another door

Slip key into lock

Curtain opens come on baby

Show Daddy what you bought

Cold sun rises over a pile of ruins

I take a look at myself

“Hey buddy, how am I doin’?”

If a man lives long enough

He gets to play it all

Spring, Summer Winter

Comes after fall

I think of mother

Get a chill to my bone

It’s true what they say

You can never go home

Cold sun rises over a rubble heap

I take a look at myself