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I was there the other day
I looked at you, and you at me
two kids new to be
Is it something, or is it nothing
we will never know

I sing you a song
lyrics like a smooth glass of wine
feelings I wish you could feel
but I bat my eyelashes, and shy away
like a girl of new

I look up at the moon
and dream my dreams
and know they are not meant to be
because you cannot hear them
and I can not express them
because I am the girl of new

So you sit over there, and I over hear
looking at the same moon
do we see the same dreams
we will never know
until you are not there
and I am not here

When it’s dark and you can’t see the man crossing the street remember, it’s only a day
When it’s cold and windy and you can’t catch your breath remember, it’s only a day
When you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see remember, it’s only a day
When you ache all over or are emotionally troubled remember, it’s only a day
When you look back and he’s not there remember, it’s only a day
For there will be a tomorrow when you wonder, what was so bad about yesterday

One day you think, I have something to say, and I would like to share it with the world. Or maybe you think, I want an outlet, and I don’t care who reads it, so you decide to start a blog. You write about your daily life, maybe your adventures, maybe even your thoughts. Until one day your daily life, adventures, even thoughts involve more than just you, and you hesitate… What if they do not want to be written about? Sure you could use an alias, but anyone that knows you in real life will know who and what your talking about. Of course you could just ask, and maybe they will be ok with it, but then, will you sensor yourself?

Gets you wondering, in this day and age of technology and the internet, people being able to tag photos for others, writing messages about other people in these “find someone” sites, secret identities, and deception; is ANYTHING really private anymore? Obviously anything on the internet isn’t private, but you can’t control the actions of others. And what about things off the internet; do you know if what you are saying or doing is private? Is it really just between you and whomever? Do you care? It’s sort of freaky.

One day at a company function, the VP of our USA division struck up a conversation at my table regarding what one can find about themselves in a Lexis Nexis search. He said “it’s amazing the dirt they have. They even knew the name of my high school girlfriend”.

Aren’t we so proud at how far we’ve come since the days of dishing dirt face to face over a soda pop.

They said I couldn’t run.
So I ran at night in dreams,
And chased myself all day
At least that’s how it seemed

They said I couldn’t run,
But I knew that they were wrong.
I worked and slept, control I kept,
And I seemed pretty strong.

‘Til one day they said I couldn’t run,
I realized they were right.
And so I stopped and took a look,
Then thought with all my might.

I’m stuck in mud
and all because
it was time to deal with me.

So I got me some new sneakers
And I laced them up real tight.
Threw on my pants, my shirt, my hat,
And stepped into the night.

Where dreams are always waiting
For strong hearts to set them free,
unshackle fears, stroke raging fires,
banked down repeatedly.

They say, “Look at her run” now.
Mile by mile I make my way.
I’m getting back to being me.
Right here. Right now. Let it peal away..