Monday, September 19, 2011

Workin Them Angels

Near as I can figure I am on my fifth life. Mock punches from the void. My sins and my trophies are bigger than they should be, for such a bush league player. So make your own calls on why I am still here.

I have grown tired of the doom game. I have never really been a dark guy, and I gotta tell ya, it's exhausting. No wonder those goth kids move so slow. I am tired of looking back and I am tired of worrying about what is to come. I can't articulate what it means, but I think I am starting to figure it out. I don't want to make it a slogan, a bumper sticker or fortune cookie tripe, so I will just try to hang onto the vibe and let the rest fall to the way side.

I feel good today. I'm going to go ride. I have a century posted on the watchtower in case something good is creating a dust trail on the edge of the realm. Other than that, I plan on living vicariously through my sons and riding my bike.

Demon fear
Demon doubt
get thee behind me
I cast you out

W.B.Z.N.

4 comments:

Velosopher said...

Dude, we never met, but I like you. You know what you want, and you go for it. Keep it up.

Ms. Moon said...

Although it does no good to worry, it seems to be my hobby. I will take cheer and wisdom from your post.

nicol said...

Good on ya, HWB! You still have four lives left (if you're a cat and I think you are), so live it up and ride.

Juancho said...

"No wonder those goth kids move so slow."

Too funny, and a very astute observation. where you riding today?

Can I come?