Wind of Change

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close,like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Chorus:
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever

I fallow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

I have to say that I was one damn lucky kid to be exposed to the art of words. I mean most of the songs that bring that pang of nostalgia, are decades older than me. And still their words, chorus, and soothing rhythm have endured. Everything I listen to, the Scorpions particularly always make me feel as if I'm experiencing whatever it is that they are singing about. Their songs are eerie and absolutely amazing.  The wind of change song makes me think of fields of gold, of altruism, of something I'd like to be a part of. I vaguely know what...

Release therapy.

After not seeing my mother for almost half an year, I finally got to see her again this past weekend. You know that when you're a kid that grows up with two parents to cater to your every need, the small cut on your finger, and scold that older brother that has made you cry... Life is definitely different. Not living my mother in particular has been both advantageous and tough. In her absence I was faced with learning how to deal with my own shit. The willing and non judgmental arms of a mother that we take for granted were not there for me in the precise moment I needed them. Yes, having a voice to hear you out and put in all the right "uhuhs" and "I understand" is good, but sometimes people just don't really care to see into the surface of your problem. It's like talking to a kid, you can get their occasional unwavering attention, but do they really care? Not like a mother cares about her offspring. I think that has played an essential part in my overall personality. I became more detached than I ever was and I appear to be politely blasé towards other peoples shit, something that I'm not proud of, because I do care.I think it's just the fact that when it comes down to it, we all have to face the fact that while we think that someone is probably overreacting over something, let's try to be a little open-minded and consider this; they are not you, therefore, they do not react to certain situations the way you do. Sympathy. Something I'm currently trying to be more sincere about. Human growth class has taught me the theories of some intellectual, the oral, anal, phallic, latency, and genital stages of human development. I on the other hand, have had completely different phases of development. 1-5= Happiest years of my life. 5-8= Adjusting to complete new set of circumstances; confused. 9-15= Mainly bitter. Before I was inviting the sufferance's of life, always licking my wounds. 16-onward= Perfectly resigned and learning to deal. So some wishful advice on my part, let us all learn to understand our parents a little, really listen to the words that are coming out of their mouth. They are not talking because they like the idea of one dimensional communication. They are our Eye of Horus; always looking out. I'm learning to be a better person, internally and experiencing that four letter word more than ever. The cardinal peacemaker; Love.