The Importance of Absurdity
Friday, January 02, 2004
 
More than 2 years ago, someone wrote a song about me, aptly called The Dreamer. I've always been mezmerized by the song. I've always wondered if it was an accurate portrait of me. I came to the conclusion some time ago that because Jamie knew me as well, if not better, than anyone else, it had to be mostly truthful. But recently, I've decided that this just isn't me anymore. All that wonder and awe and enchantment and curiousity has disappeared. "The flash" (ummm, read Emily of New Moon) is gone too. And I miss it. My world has become so disillusioned over the past year, so embittered. My "full-of-lifeness" (as my mom used to call it) is practically gone. I know that this is just growing up. But not everyone loses all that as they get older. So why me?


She watches summer's rising
And her eyes see everything
The daisies and the clover
And the decay in-between, the decay in-between

They say she's always listening
That she wields power with her hands
But I want to know that distant stare
And what she fears at hand, what she fears and
When will it be…clear?

But I know that she loves dancing
It's just music moves her so
And if I reach out this weary hand
Will her legacy grow? Will her legacy then grow?

Can't you see she's dancing now?
Can't you see she's dancing?
Can't you see she's dancing?

She hopes in something deeper
Than words can e'er express
A breath of peace in wilderness
She awaits the coming rest.
She awaits the coming rest

Can't you see she's dancing now?
Can't you see she's dancing?
Can't you see she's dancing?