So I'm driving in my car, thinking about people, past and present, who have influenced my life. I have some freshly loaded music on my i pod and decide to plug it in and listen while making my way to the grocery store. The lyrics posted below are from the song that prompted this blog, and I know it's not totally legal to cite it this way, but hopefully everyone will understand and not turn me in (har har).
Broken
You can close your eyes
And see a picture perfect life
Inside of your mind
Dreaming only of the days ahead
Wanted and wished for more than now
Or the days behind
You waste your time
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
You can never think
You can't even stop yourself
Before the words have been spoken
And you've already said
You would give everything
And something for nothing
Everybody thinks you're joking
You want to be the one
Made over be your own
Before and after
And the supermarket
Beauty in a bottle queen
Who'll one day grace a check-out counter
magazine front cover
Though the fine print reads
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
When your life is never what you wanted
Not even halfway normal
Just tarnished and soiled
when in your reach
A framed and frozen moment
So far from perfection
Not truth or transcendence
Will set you free
Still you don't believe
-song and lyrics by Tracy Chapman; Broken; Let it Rain; c2002
What is truth? Why do we seek truth outside ourselves, never able to face the truth within?
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