Listening to digital imports again, www.di.fm
reminiscing to a time when…

18 years ago, or so,
I was at a street concert in Jamaica.
There were hundreds of people there.
They were all burning one from
...ganja heaven.

Summer in the Caribbean,
where the night air rests.
As if all of the atoms get doped up…
stoned out, and still.

Anyway the air was full of smoke,
all I needed to do was breath.

Years later,
spinning to trance, mixed with vodka.
Wondering if maybe tomorrow
I'll go stare at a tree....
maybe it will set me free...
maybe I'll need to count to 10 instead of 7.

Only problem is...
I can never escape myself.
No matter how hard I try.
And yet...I just can't give up
...always hoping for another tomorrow.

I could stare into a million spots and count to seven
a thousand times,
I could fly through the universe,
but ultimately I would still be me.
Ultimately, I would still be my choices.
There just isn't any escape from the past...you know?
So no point in reminiscing.
Best leave tomorrow alone.

copyright © 2004 sara coslett