Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. It's raining. I'm on this street on my own. Listening to the silence. I walk alone. I walk alone. The trees are big and full of leaves. They grow together overhead. Blocking out the clouded skies. I walk alone. I walk alone. The setting seen through my eyes is black and white. Picking up occasional bursts of color along to road. I walk alone. I walk alone. Memories of the past scatter the streets ahead. Regrets. Broken relationships. Things left in the past for a reason. I walk alone. I walk alone. Hidden emotions flood through the street. Mixing with all of the past memories. I walk alone. I walk alone.

Thinking About You.

I'm thinking about you like water thinks about the ice. Like Asians think about rice. Like contractors think about being precise. I'm thinking about you like police men think about tickets. Like clocks thinks about minutes. Like grandparents think about visits. I'm thinking about you like dresses think about silk. Like milk men think about milk. Like hunters think about elk. I'm thinking about you like singers think about singing. Like teachers think about teaching. Like brothers think about teasing. I'm thinking about you like princesses think about ball gowns. Like basketball players think about staying in bounds. Like sad people think about frowns. I'm thinking about you like bankers think about money. Like comedians think about being funny. Like forecasters think about it being sunny. I'm thinking about you like sidewalks think about chalk. Like Kurk thinks about Spock. Like roll thinks about rock. I'm thinking about you like summer thinks about spring. Like he thinks about that ring. Like the queen thinks about the king. I'm thinking about you like pipes think about plumbers. Like students think about summer.

Direct Orders

You've been given direct orders to rock out.

Rock out like it's Christmas morning. Rock out like it's summer. Rock out like it's 2:14. Rock out like the roller coaster just pulled up and you're next in line. Rock out like it's your best birthday ever. Rock out like it's the last day of school. Rock out like mom and dad just said yes. Rock out like it's your favorite song on the radio. Rock out like it's the end of your shift. Rock out like there's an 80 degree high for the day. Rock out like it's 2:30am and you have four more hours to sleep. Rock out like it's Thursday night an there's no early morning tomorrow. Rock out like you are in love. Rock out like you just won a new car. Rock out like the streets are empty except for you and you're headphones. Rock out like you just quit your job. Rock out like he's on one knee. Rock out like you just won the big game. Rock out like you're in debt to your eyeballs and just won the lottery. Rock out like you just got asked to Prom by your sweet love. Rock out like you'll never have a textbook again. Rock out like you just won a scholarship. Rock out like it's Sunday night and tomorrow's a national holiday. Rock out like it's pay day. Rock out like your deceased grandpa just came back to take a drive with you in your new car. Rock out like you just found out you're in remission. Rock out like you have a full tank of gas. Rock out like you just got accepted to the college of your dreams. Rock out like it's raining outside. Rock out like you're skydiving. Rock out like your parents told you they're proud. Rock out like you just got your leg cast off. Rock out like you love your life. Rock out like somebody's got a gun pointed at you saying, "Rock out like your life depended on it." because it does.

Rock out.

Intro

J.Lo here.

Not really.

This first post of this blog is going to be like the first day of school. Awkward.

You know that feeling when you walk into a new class on the first day and you take 30 seconds to judge the room. You're eyes frantically search to see who is in your class. Who the annoying kids are, who you know, who the people are that think they're too cool for everything, the ones who soak up every second of learning, and then you. Everyone can place themselves with one of the "cliques" in the class even without realizing their doing it. Isn't it interesting that that is the way the brain works. Within one minute of being inside the room you can make a decision on whether you're going to enjoy yourself or not, and that decision sticks in your head and that is how you will view the class forever.

Something to think about isn't it?

You could change you're entire outlook on one class or one experience in life in less than a minute.

If we stopped the quick assessments and stopped ourselves from jumping to conclusions would we have a better attitude about everything we did?

PERHAPS.

That's all I have to say. That was word vomit if I ever saw some:)