SOMETHING IN THE AIR

There is always something in the air.  It is not in the water nor in the river, the oceans, seas, streams, brook, lake.  There's just something in the air.  Come on.  Smell it.  Breathe in and breathe out.  Come on, something that can't be heard but keeps calling.  

Let's keep working, making money when we just don't need it. Forget the news, no, don't forget the news just don't believe everything it says.  How surprising how some things can end.  Some season or some trend that keeps coming back.  Come on.  It does do come back, it's like a memory, it's like something you can never forget.  Like your name that they keep calling you, popping up, your nickname that obscures your real name.  Might just be your birthday.  Come on, no one can really forget their birthdays.  How about the day the Christmas falls on? Or that food that keeps bugging you, your mother's breath,  your father's arms, you teacher's smile, your brother's laugh, your sister's eyes, your family. 

Somewhere somebody misses their own family.  I just wonder sometimes how would someone define a family these days.  Does a family include a dog? A cat?  Do your houses need to have cars? Some kind of transportation like a bicycle?  At some point if somebody plans to have one, a family besides the one he or she is being tortured upon, has to decide to build a house, a place for reconciliation, for solitude, for serenity.  

And thereupon as one decides for it, will it make life easier?  Will it ever be the same again? Well, who knows?  Life is getting stranger and stranger everyday.  And the music still keeps playing reminding us what we should believe to be right and truthful. Something that keeps holding the torch for a light that never goes out and the strength that is within. Hey, have you lost your hearts, your arms, your fingers, your head? Your head is still there I suppose.