This is a demo for a song I've recently written.
Enjoy, if it's enjoyable to you.
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 8, 2010
An Extended Metaphor.
I am standing in the wings with my back to the stage. I am not able to move from this position, and some would call me stuck. But to label me stuck doesn’t really look the situation in its eyes. You would have to go back and read the history and really chew on everything that has happened to understand that if I move without serious intent or planning, it could lead to some quick embarrassment on my part.
Are you familiar with a Mexican standoff? Two men will stand back-to-back, ten or twenty paces apart, with sweat walking down their forearms. Each of their hands hang tense next to a pistol, preparing to launch into action like a cat waiting in the grass. Their minds might drift to thoughts of their wives; maybe they imagine who would attend the funeral if they died today. But their thoughts are quickly gathered, as they must focus. Very soon, at the same time, they will both twirl around in slow motion, kicking up dust clouds, with handguns free. It is here, in this place, when your life is being held in another person’s palm, that we all sweat, and we all fear.
For me, I have no clue what sort of story will be playing out if I turn around. The fear of the idea is chewing on every thought entering my mind. The idea that I’ll have some sort of script or rehearsed lines to throw is laughable. I wish someone would just sweep me up out of this mess. But how long can I honestly just stand here scared stiff with only faint hope keeping me warm?
-By David Roller
December 8th, 2010
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