Spanish Grimmace (The New Year)

Not much to say

Only that independence is not all its cracked up to be.  If you cant be dependent on a good friend, you wont be able to be dependent on any one thing at all.

My life is so much more confusing than I want to be.  I've become twice as disillusioned, twice as confused, twice the child I was before.  Maybe I'm just fortunate life hasnt lost the childhood wonder yet.

and now for something completely different

this a poem I found in my notebook that has finally found light.  I think I wrote this in Granada, Spain, which is and will always be a changing point for the course of my life.  A small one, but a point none the less.

According to my scribbles, its called "Spanish Grimace," and its got nothing to do with nothin.

I play the fool again

Up and down the Spanish coast

And the flamenco night life never dies

But tired, clever eyes

Tell me its time for home.

And I've been wandering the modern brick streets

With a drink and something to eat

and a mind full of parables lulling me soft and slow

I'm so much more tired and bent

And wind off the battlements

Carries me slow, to the home I dont know

Home I might never see

Pour me the last of the bottle

And dont try to drink to tomorrow

Drink for a present that swirls in the glass

And for a smoke that broods in the room

in the flickering din of futbol and glasses half full

I'll start to think that this first year

Could be the start to things that I'll hold dear

And I wade through the day to survive

In the night of the new year.

As I start to slowly count down

In the grimmace of this crazed Spanish town

And a mind full of parables lulling me soft and slow

And I was hoping that no one could see

That its smile and wave was only for me

And there with a sigh I welcomed the new year.

~Jared