"Is tomorrow just a day like all the rest."

How could you know just what you did?
So full of faith yet so full of doubt I ask.
Again.
I shall ask you this once again.
And again.
He said:
" I am but one small instrument."

Time and time again you said don't be afraid.
"If you believe you can do it."
The only voice I want to hear is yours.
Again.
I shall ask you this once again.
And again.
He said:
" I am but one small instrument."
Do you remember that?

So here I am above palm trees so straight and tall.
You are smaller, getting smaller.
But I still see you.


It occured to me, this morning, as I was talking to the President of the school from which I graduated, that the choice of what to do with my life happened very unnaturally for me.

Many of the people who know me think of me as a musician. I accept this. I love music. And when I don't have a musical outlet, I am not a very happy person. But, I've never tried to make my living as a musician. I look forward to gigs. I guess I just don't ever want to be in a position where I feel like I have to play.

I am a creative person, though, and if I am stuck in a paper pushing situation I have a hard time staying motivated.

I guess a combination of those factors turned me into what I am.


Currently Listening to
Clarity
by Jimmy Eat World