a learning consultant and a musician pre-occuppied with the human condition

Shall the beauty permit me to think
Shall my senses remain dulled or will I break free of the hypnotism
Do I want to break free?

In the midst of a dream reality comes knocking
Persistently knocking, a grudging acceptance of defeat in a war that cannot be won

A stroll past what will soon be past, a history, memories being created
The one and only way to retain the essence is to hold on to the significance of the moment

And lucky you’ll be if you find one, for in the highlands, high points beg discovery or maybe it’s definition..? I forget

Now passes so the new can emerge, only it’s not the new but the old in new time
It’s not often that the new emerges from the unseen future, so when it does celebrations are in order

Like now. The new.

And now, the heights are redefined once again and the new becomes even less likely…. We’ll jut call the recurring old the familiar.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone on the way back from Scotland

Location:South Lanarkshire,United Kingdom