Today I sat and reflected on the world in all of it's twisted views of serenity. They say your glass is half empty or half full but what about when it overflows? Is it too full? Should you have gotten less?
I guess it's a lot like life.... you can't always get what you want, but you have to get what you need. It's the most basic form of survivial.
As I sat and watched the flocks of sea gulls early pick scraps of what seemed edible off the beach eariler I thought to myself, "This is but a song, yet to be formed" Like a giant metaphor saying, Pick your choices wisely and things will come to fruition. You don't want to be the seagull who gets the bad end of the leftovers.
So a quick 20 minutes later, I had developed a blues tune to play for the pub crawlers in town. Completely different from my sea gull scraping tune but inspired from it. It was kind of like taking a dirty ball of mud and transforming it into a clay pot.
Speaking of clay pots, my dinner is almost ready on the hearth. Seagull and Crabs.... Yum.
