Love is like a looking-glass And Life a long, formidable voyage on an uncharted sea. I don’t know what to tell you; I don’t know what to say. Listening to talk of madness in a candlelit bar/cafe. The snow outside turns to unhappy slush on a Sunday evening. I want music, but settle for mundane theater and imported beer, watching unaware players perform before my eyes, playing my silent bit part at a corner table — while those on symbolic stage emote their chosen lines. The beer goes to my head like a tight cap, as does the nostalgia spouting from the barmaid: distillations of books and movies ever etched on my brain from those decades remembered nights of hipness revelry Greenwich Village 1970s. Oh so serious flights of youth awakening — Yeah .
Musings
Love is like a looking-glass And Life a long, formidable voyage on an uncharted sea. I don’t know what to tell you; I don’t know what to say. Listening to talk of madness in a candlelit bar/cafe. The snow outside turns to unhappy slush on a Sunday evening. I want music, but settle for mundane theater and imported beer, watching unaware players perform before my eyes, playing my silent bit part at a corner table — while those on symbolic stage emote their chosen lines. The beer goes to my head like a tight cap, as does the nostalgia spouting from the barmaid: distillations of books and movies ever etched on my brain from those decades remembered nights of hipness revelry Greenwich Village 1970s. Oh so serious flights of youth awakening — Yeah .