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maybe tomorrow
Posted by poeticnook
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7/25/2006 02:09:00 AM
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There's a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road is where I'll always be
Littlest Hobo was my favorite Saturday morning tv program when i was a kid. It's a show about an alsatian dog that travels cross country and helps each people he meets along the way. He never lets those people make him their pet, so after each episode you see him running off again to some other place.
Every stop I make, I'll make a new friend
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again.
This morning I woke up with an urgency to pack my stuff into boxes. I received news that my roommate (who is currently on vacation) may be moving out soon, the lease for our flat is expiring in two months (the owner is selling the unit), the dust under the table is accumulating, the unread books and unwatched dvds are collecting cobwebs - these thoughts cluttered my head until I felt that I had to do something or else I'd go crazy. I don't know why I had to do it today though, after all I was just lazying around all weekend and I still got eight weeks right? I guess that just proves how obsessive compulsive I can be sometimes.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.
Every time I'm leaving for some place and packing my bags, I can't help but remember this hobo theme song. I've lived in many different houses that were never really home to me, only temporary refuge and parking space for my clothes, but still I haven't mastered the art of throwing away things that are of no use to me anymore. How did I ever accumulate all these tiny irrelevant trinkets? I moved back to this city two years ago with a trolley bag and a knapsack, now I need more than 5 boxes for all my collected junk.
Down this road, that never seems to end,
Where new adventure, lies just around the bend.
Perhaps there was a time when they used to mean something, but now they're nothing but nuances to my otherwise hapless existence. I should really stop buying more trash from the store. I'll just have to remind myself that I'm a wanderer, I should travel light, I can't have all those baggage weigh me down, or else I'll just be stuck in one place for so long and grow roots. And I can't do that.. I tried once, but I just can't.
So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light - that's hobo style.
Last night I had dinner with an old friend. He's the kind who comes and goes and never really stays. We've been neighbors for 24 months, but we only saw each other yesterday, incidentally, his lease is expiring in a week and he must move out soon too. He doesn't need to find a new place though since he will be going out of the country for a while, he'll just leave his personal belongings at his folks'. Now that's what I call convenience, I wish my parents had a house where I can leave my stuff, but sadly, they're hobos too, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.
- Maybe Tomorrow (Terry Rush) -
Down the road is where I'll always be
Littlest Hobo was my favorite Saturday morning tv program when i was a kid. It's a show about an alsatian dog that travels cross country and helps each people he meets along the way. He never lets those people make him their pet, so after each episode you see him running off again to some other place.
Every stop I make, I'll make a new friend
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again.
This morning I woke up with an urgency to pack my stuff into boxes. I received news that my roommate (who is currently on vacation) may be moving out soon, the lease for our flat is expiring in two months (the owner is selling the unit), the dust under the table is accumulating, the unread books and unwatched dvds are collecting cobwebs - these thoughts cluttered my head until I felt that I had to do something or else I'd go crazy. I don't know why I had to do it today though, after all I was just lazying around all weekend and I still got eight weeks right? I guess that just proves how obsessive compulsive I can be sometimes.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.
Every time I'm leaving for some place and packing my bags, I can't help but remember this hobo theme song. I've lived in many different houses that were never really home to me, only temporary refuge and parking space for my clothes, but still I haven't mastered the art of throwing away things that are of no use to me anymore. How did I ever accumulate all these tiny irrelevant trinkets? I moved back to this city two years ago with a trolley bag and a knapsack, now I need more than 5 boxes for all my collected junk.
Down this road, that never seems to end,
Where new adventure, lies just around the bend.
Perhaps there was a time when they used to mean something, but now they're nothing but nuances to my otherwise hapless existence. I should really stop buying more trash from the store. I'll just have to remind myself that I'm a wanderer, I should travel light, I can't have all those baggage weigh me down, or else I'll just be stuck in one place for so long and grow roots. And I can't do that.. I tried once, but I just can't.
So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light - that's hobo style.
Last night I had dinner with an old friend. He's the kind who comes and goes and never really stays. We've been neighbors for 24 months, but we only saw each other yesterday, incidentally, his lease is expiring in a week and he must move out soon too. He doesn't need to find a new place though since he will be going out of the country for a while, he'll just leave his personal belongings at his folks'. Now that's what I call convenience, I wish my parents had a house where I can leave my stuff, but sadly, they're hobos too, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.
- Maybe Tomorrow (Terry Rush) -
