- Hang On -Amos Lee -
Now there are a thousand ways I could speak, and a thousand things I could speak of but there's an insistent conviction that no matter what I say, or do, some people, who were once "my" people, have their own roads to take, their own ideas of what's going on, or should go on, and their own destinies to fulfil.
We come and go in life, into and out of people's lives for reasons beyond our current (or recurrent) comprehension as if there's some cosmic chess taking place and life picks us up and places us next to other forces compliant, opposite -or gee I can't describe every possibility- to us and we're tested, and we learn, and we go on, and eventually one way or another we thrive.
It's quite a slap to realize that along the way we may cause or suffer casualties, that we may be missed, or miss, that some of our "chosen" ones _no matter what we chose them for or placed them in our hearts_ won't tag along for the ride. I've had my share, everyone has theirs. But again for some reason we keep them dear in our hearts like sailors that have gone astray , or ships that honked away into the night, crossing our path and disappearing , but always their sound will return to our ears like happy news , or fond days, where happiness resides.
Some, it is true, are sounds we wish to hush, and -make no mistake - even their routes feel lonelier without us. Even if they chose to sail, because there was no other way.
I've been both the sounding horn and the husher... I'm sure you too. And as much as I'd like to tell you that street music has been one my blessings in life you may choose not to believe me. I for one thank you for it.
Be sound darling. And here's some Amos Lee for you.