Adventure - ING

When I think of a passion fruit
The juices are powerful
Roiling outward through the cracks
In my concrete mind
You said they tasted bitter
But loved the taste of brine

You could live on the underside of the vessel
Your hair pulled by the tide
And as I sliced your father open
The sea was opened wide
Swallowed you whole
Wallow no more

You could never expect this
A shot, a duck, a miss
And as much as daring is charisma
Save me a ration when you get there
And as much as trying ends in dying
Save me the image of living

Big Red Machine

I was thinking today about the music I will be listening to when I have children. I love so much of the music that my parents listened to when I was little, and it blows my mind to think that I'll be able to share the beauty of my favorite music with my kids. Sometimes I get the feeling that my parents don't quite appreciate things like that as much as I do; the fact that their son has absorbed and loved and experienced and shared the sounds they grew up with.

I think I appreciate and feel much about certain things in life like this, but never articulate those inner thoughts. I guess in this blog I could try to do that.