This song says: close your eyes. Listen to me. I speak of important things. Remember. Now open your eyes. Read what is before you. Do my important things show its depth, give you a feeling in your chest that means something? Or do you look away from the babbling unimportance before you? Become desperate for something that seems more real, more meaningful? Do you want to save the world or don't you? How will you do it sitting here, doing text notes on the sixteenth century, or on physics? And my light little voice that this song will never respect speaks through the heavy bass guitar: this is a means to the end. I can't always be fighting. I am saving up knowledge. Is that not great? Isn't sitting around, talking to my friend, make the world worth saving? But the song doesn't listen. And I don't have to pay attention to its relentless sulking, but I do look at me. And sometimes I get up and start writing, or doing, or something to help save the world. And the song will stay with me. Pounding relentlessly until I forget it's there.
Return to my writings!
