There are twenty years to go
A golden age I know
But all will pass will end too fast you know
There are twenty years to go
And many friends I hope
Though some may hold the rose
Some hold the rope
i'm listening to placebo again, in heavy rotation... and if someone says you need various substances to induce a modified state of consciousness... they are wrong... i listen to the song... and i am back there... and i feel everything, the lights, the crowd, the sounds, the songs, the cheers, all flowing through my veins like they did then... riding the wave and painfully aware that it will go away just like it came, washing over us... or at least over me, for sure... some moments just come and go like that and you twist and turn and you try to catch them somehow, get a a grip on a bit of them and hold them, hold and never let them go and keep them alive forever or at least etched in your memory and they always slip away like a silver fish you just cannot hold... it should be so easy to induce such a state... and keep it... where nothing matters but the now and the here.... when the world is totally unimportant and nothing and no one can harm you, when you smile to someone who just stepped on your foot and they apologise and you say 's ok, and they smile back and though none have heard what the other said you know everything is ok because every barrier that is up and functioning out there in the real world has been torn down....



