I was feeling down so I went to the shops
And got myself a radio.
It was on sale.
I brought it home and turned it on.
It made me happy.
My mind was busy with its mindless chatter.
Then she spoke to me,
And I turned to her to speak.
No words came out.
–Then they did.
–But it wasn’t me.
The radio spoke in my voice
In harsh, unfeeling words.
But words I didn’t mean.
And words I couldn’t stop.
She was hurt.
This, was a problem.
But it wasn’t me.
It wasn’t me.
It’s coming to the end of the year. Lots of major dates!
Soon, it’d be the hand-holding anniversary of the wife and I (28th Nov); then it’ll be my birthday in early December (along with a load of my best bud’s birthdays: two on the 2nd of December, one on the 13th, and then a couple more on the 30th and 31st); then it’ll be Christmas, followed closely by the New Year (Happy 2013!)
I wonder if I accomplished any of the things I set out to accomplish at the start of the year.
[Leaves desk, looks in vain for new year resolutions, version 2012.]
Hmm… I suppose I didn’t. You can’t do what’s not measured can ya?
Oh well, New Year’s coming up soon. This time I’m pretty confident of having some resolutions. Things I would like to achieve; to do; to be. Why am I so confident?
Because it’s right here in front of me, baby, that’s why.
Happy November the 18th.