When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the song of my gypsy girl, the great wheel turns over and lands on a minor key. It is then that you come of age and life means nothing to you. To live, to die, to overdose, to fall in a coma in the street... it is all the same. It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel. And there being only life, the young cling to it, they fear death… And they should! ...For they are 'in' life.
Topics
adolescence
ageing
clinging
coma
coming of age
cynicism
cynicism reality
dying
fear
fearing
fearing death
guitar
gypsy
gypsy girl
innocence
living
meaninglessness
meaninglessness of life
minor key
music
overdosing
payne
peach
roman
roman payne
saskia
songs
streets
the wanderess
time
wheel
wisdom
young
youth