the voices in my head

Sometimes, my internal monologue takes the form of other people's words, and sometimes it becomes not so much a monologue at all, but more of a stream-of-consciousness chorus. This evening, it is sounding something like this:

we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed / when our kite lines first crossed / we tied them into knots / and to finally fly apart / we had to cut them off...what kind of fool does it take / To go on loving alone / Like there's some answer in this ruin / Some silver lining to be found / It takes a bigger fool to think / That the dawn will never break / On this day that I admit / I'm just the kind of fool love makes...I wish I could just make you turn around/ turn around and see me cry / There's so much I need to say to you /so many reasons why...So take a look at me now / well there's just an empty space / And there's nothing left here to remind me / just the memory of your face...In the chilly hours and minutes / Of uncertainty / I want to be / in the warm hold of your loving mind / to feel you all around me / and to take your hand / along the sand / ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind...So you can get on with your search, baby / and I can get on with mine / and maybe someday we will find / that it wasn't really
wasted time...

(thank you to the shins, wynonna, phil collins, donavan, and the eagles for infiltrating my brain ;))