Al's Diary Notes :::
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. .. NO !!
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher . . . . But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind-man
Though my mind could think I still was a Mad-Man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin
I can hear them say. . ..
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more. . . NO !!
(enjoy the musical interlude. . . tap your desks , play the air-guitar for all your co-workers)
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My Charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for the winds of for-tune
But I hear the voices sa-a-a-a-y
Carry on my wayward son. . . . ..
2007-07-25
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