(The Guitar - They Might Be Giants)
It was locked in a room along with something that belonged to me. I saw you walking with it originally, as we walked down together to the building that now had our belongings. It was night time now that we had returned, and there was no way to locate the person with the key who had locked the door, which behind sat our items. I could not see it, or hadn't seen it - yet you possessed it. It was wrapped in brown paper, and faceted with string. There was a label on it, as if it was going somewhere or coming. The label was black and white, and the only legible thing on it was the word "blue", all in lower case letters. I knew it was a guitar, your guitar. I even thought with the addressed word, it could very well be a blue one - but the picture in my mind's eye lead me to an off color of the shade. It was imperative to retrieve your guitar. I, on the other hand, was not so much pressed for my personal item, as I could return at a later convenience. But yours, the guitar, a symbolic part of self was imperative as the journey was not yet finished.
It was locked in a room along with something that belonged to me. I saw you walking with it originally, as we walked down together to the building that now had our belongings. It was night time now that we had returned, and there was no way to locate the person with the key who had locked the door, which behind sat our items. I could not see it, or hadn't seen it - yet you possessed it. It was wrapped in brown paper, and faceted with string. There was a label on it, as if it was going somewhere or coming. The label was black and white, and the only legible thing on it was the word "blue", all in lower case letters. I knew it was a guitar, your guitar. I even thought with the addressed word, it could very well be a blue one - but the picture in my mind's eye lead me to an off color of the shade. It was imperative to retrieve your guitar. I, on the other hand, was not so much pressed for my personal item, as I could return at a later convenience. But yours, the guitar, a symbolic part of self was imperative as the journey was not yet finished.
(March 2, 2009)
2 comments:
My friend, now I know the source of your question regarding the guitar...also I hope you are enjoying the weather.
Giggles.
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