Threading the needle

People get ready.....there's a train coming....you don't need no ticket....just thank the Lord. Something went terribly right and here I am, thinking that it's other people, not me, who should be experiencing such tremendous joy, such richness of life, such wonder of the minute and lovely. It should be other people who should be so easily conned into accepting life as it is, and having the privilege to know a week in which Bruce and Stephen Colbert are a breath away. There is a consistent feeling in each step, in each press of a button, that I'm not exploiting the fullness of life to the extent it deserves to be. I'm gonna build a house too. In my house the walls will be full of color and joyful noise. There will be doors and windows as a striking invitation to light and the world's beauty. Let it invade the home and let it shine so silently in the afternoon. Let it cast shadows on the scuffs and scrapes of the floor sustained while engaging in music, in each other, in our own feet. The bedroom's a palace and the kitchen's a garden. Let it be these things. In this house, let no darkness in save for the seed of betrayal forever ingrained in the crooked timbre of humanity and even then let those things be torn apart by the merciless fury of a love shared. We'll see.