Everything is Borrowed!

I'm way to comfortable looking at my brain and heart. I've seen these vital organs that I call my own, and how they fight to function way too often. I marvel that we live in a time where there are tests to verify how I'm doing, that there are medications to help me, and that even in the mist of the unthinkable we somehow solider through. The plavix is kicking in and I'm feeling more like myself again. Rather than the numb, and at times partially blind, lump I've been over the past few days.
I try to pick a song each year, resolutions aren't my thing, but a theme song of sorts seems to get me in the right frame of mind. Year's past its been "back in black," "wonderwall" (in 05 which rocked cause its Sean and I's jam! hehehe)...you get the idea. Anyway, 2009 is going to be "everything is borrowed" by the streets. (you can hear this rockin' tune on my project playlist - located, conveniently, on the right side of this page.)

This is my hour, I’m never going to bed.
The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
I’m not nod, I’m not napper, never rest my head.
Some days I feel I’m getting smaller and smaller,
but some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
And we keep shrinkin’ and shrinkin’ but this will not finish.
You’re never nothing, if you didn’t disappear.
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they change it.
Just when I’m loving life, it seems to start raining.
I pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and I’m into the stars.
I love the rain on my scars. The sky’s now red, my eyes reflect jets.
Smiling at this blessing, this life is the best.

I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed

I want to notice chances I’ve passed without notice
I want to see details previously veiled.
I want to grab that chance, carry it home
so I can marry and know
That I noticed every chance
that I could have passed without notice
I saw details that to all were veiled.
And I grabbed those chances, carried them home
and then I’ll have had it with roaming

I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed

Brilliant!
Now here's to Friday and the upcoming weekend.