Temporary Arrangements

I’ve been working on a post to the website, a really good post full of what I’ve been doing for the last month or two. And today when I sat down to post it, I just didn’t feel it anymore. I’ve been depressed for a couple days, over work stuff, and just don’t have the heart to post all my dreams today. Sometime in the near future I guess I will, but today, no dice. With that being said, this song always picks me up. I found it when I was going though a really hard time a couple years ago. I felt like she was talking directly to me. I think everyone at some point feels like a stranger in a strange land. That's exactly where I'm at. Like I'm speaking in a language the people around me can't understand. The world has turned up it’s gravity field, and is trying to keep me on the ground. It won’t hold me, I was made to fly, but sometimes the struggle to get airborne is a tough one.

No Pressure over Cappucino
By Alanis Morissette

And you're like a 90's Jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you?

You sample concepts like hors d'oeurves
And you eat their questions for dessert
And is it just me or is it hot in here?

And you're like a 90's Kennedy
And you're only a million years old

They can't fool you

They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And they'll stumble around like hypocrites
And is it just me or is it dark in here?

You may never be or have a husband
You may never have or hold a child
You will learn to loose everything
We are temporary arrangements

And you're like a 90's Noah
And they laughed at you when you packed all of your things

And they wonder why you're frustrated
And they wonder why you're so angry
Is it just me or are you fed up

And god bless you in you're travels
in your conquests and queries...