Now from the other side...
Looking out a pane of glass on a beautiful day
a glorious sky of sunshine after so many months of rain
Mount Hood pointing up like a disco star --
all happy on the bright blue dance floor
and i'm stuck inside
The side of life where i get enough of sleep,
but roil like an animal in a cage
while All Day passes... me scribing, schlepping, running scripts, kissing ass...
I am not complaining, i swear i am not, it's just that there's never been a phrase more fitting for life than "the grass is always greener..."
When i have "promises to keep... and miles to go before i sleep..."
Robert Frost, you simple sucker, your lament hits home.