I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation
At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day
I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill
Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
--Colin Hay, Men at Work
The city is a nasty, dirty, disgusting, and unforgiving place. I love the city and I loathe city. In this city, D.C., I am growing. In this nasty, disgusting place I can find beauty and peace. In this city, I’m finding more than pretty lights and museums, I am finding myself. And I am finding myself in more ways than I thought. I am finding my legal self; refining my spiritual self; my compassion for life is growing; and my tolerance of ignorance and inhumanity is rapidly diminishing.
Add to the world: positive thoughts, good things, beautiful work, just add to the world, damnit. Don’t buy into intolerance. Don’t buy into racism. Don’t buy into social status. Don’t buy into structure. Live. Be. More.
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