And traveled the distance,
And I've known how it feels
To be on the other side of midnight In an alien land--
Pumping gas into a tired car
In a village that goes to sleep
And no dog barks.
Yet I knew eyes were on me
As I swiped my credit card
Into a rusty old pad.
I've known what it feels
To sleep outside your soul,
For but a brief moment,
And I've resolved to blog, talk, tweet,
laugh,and get busy
For when the light goes out,
And the blog updates stop,
And the tweets cease,
And no more phone rings,
The silence becomes noisy and dissonant.
So I've resolved to think, talk, write, tweet,
and blog,and write a book online
Beacuse messages unseen, unread, unheard,...
Are but a collection of characters,
mere words left to gather dust and mold.
JR Alila. p