This Time Tomorrow

Knowing my dogs won’t be able to comprehend that I’m never going to walk through the door again is really the only thing that I cannot be okay with.  My girlfriend (ex at this point I suppose) will be there to take care of them and hopefully never let them go (I know she loves them as much as I do) otherwise I wouldn’t dare leave them.  I’ve known this would be the outcome of my time here for so many years that I have come to terms with the inescapable pain that will befall my family and friends… that is not to say it does not pain me greatly as well but at the very least they know why and will eventually be able to grasp that I am gone…

But oh how I’m already missing them, Luna (beautiful australian shepherd/lab) and Milo (loyal as the day is long ACD aka blue heeler) have been the only constant source of happiness and gravity for me for awhile now and they have no idea.

I wish I was back in the northeast so I could take them to the beach or go hiking

And for me I wish there were beaches, forests, or mountains near here to escape to and put two in my heart.

This time tomorrow, where will we be?
On a spaceship somewhere, sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know?
Will we still be here watching an in-flight movie show?

I’ll leave the sun behind me
And I’ll watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below me
I can see the world and it ain’t so big at all

This time tomorrow, what will we see?
Fields full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me

Leave the sun behind me
And I’ll watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I’m in perpetual motion
And the world below doesn’t matter much to me

This time tomorrow, where will we be?
On a spaceship somewhere, sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow

-The Kinks

Oh all the money that in my whole life I did spend
Be it mine right or wrongfully
I let it slip gladly past the hands of my friends
To tie up the time most forcefully
But the bottles are done
We’ve killed each one
And the table’s full and overflowed
And the corner sign
Says it’s closing time
So I’ll bid farewell and be down the road

Oh ev’ry girl that ever I’ve touched
I did not do it harmfully
And ev’ry girl that ever I’ve hurt
I did not do it knowin’ly
But to remain as friends
And make amends
You need the time and stay behind
And since my feet are now fast
And point away from the past
I’ll bid farewell and be down the line

Oh ev’ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came
And ev’ry cause that ever I fought
I fought it full without regret or shame
But the dark does die
As the curtain is drawn and somebody’s eyes
Must meet the dawn
And if I see the day
I’d only have to stay
So I’ll bid farewell in the night and be gone

Oh, ev’ry thought that’s strung a knot in my mind
I might go insane if it couldn’t be sprung
But it’s not to stand naked under unknowin’ eyes
It’s for myself and my friends my stories are sung
But the time ain’t tall, yet on time you depend
And no word is possessed by no special friend
And though the line is cut
It ain’t quite the end
I’ll just bid farewell till we meet again

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract, and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me
But if the arrow is straight
And the point is slick
It can pierce through dust no matter how thick
So I’ll make my stand
And remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn

-Bob Dylan, Restless Farewell

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you

-Bob Dylan, Mr. Tambourine Man

… Well, the moral of the story
The moral of this song
Is simply that one should never be
Where one does not belong

-Bob Dylan, from The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest