Icarus's blog: "Hope- by any other name."

I had a dream I was playing my panpipes.
I hadn't seen them in years, I guess they got dug up from somewhere.
I was in my backyard, and the world was a different place.
Light was dark. Dark was dark.
And all around you could feel the palpable evil of strangers.
Dog killers.
Baby rapers.
Tax evaders.
I always had em with me.
Like a safety net.
A security blanket.
I didn't know it was a dream.
It was too believable to watch someone eat their own kin.
It was too real to see prostitutes for attention
lunatics for sensation
massochists for alienation.
And I played this tune
every time I got scared.
It was one I came up with when I was younger.
Just a kid.
It's sad, somber and sweet.
A child's song... unassuming, uncomplicated.
The best songs are easy to remember.
Easier to improvise if you slip up.
I played it a lot that very long night.
and when I woke up that morning
the sweat on the back of my neck was cold
like someone had been blowing on it
like someone had been listening.