Have been writing mails (and believe me, I am such an anti-social animal, that even the ants refuse to climb over me...so "writing mails" and "me" is supposed to sound oxymoronish).
Was writing something to my mom, and was ranting to her about the frigging emptiness and the usual psycho-babble ilk of my kind indulge in....and up on my playlist comes up Proudest Monkey by Dave Matthews Band (one of my favorite bands...which is quite a good compliment considering the amount of music I indulge in...I seem to like almost all their songs).
Was so freaked out by the co-incidence of what I was ranting to her, and the song playing....It seemed eerie. Life seems to be working under a monstrous synchrnocity (credits Deepak Chopra...hic!! hic!!)
Here goes:
Proudest Monkey – DMB
Swing in this tree
Oh I am bounce around so well
Branch to branch,limb to limb you see
All in a day's dreamI'm stuck
Like the other monkeys here
I am a humble monkey
Sitting up in here again
But then came the day
I climbed out of these safe limbs
Ventured away
Walking tall, head high up and singing
I went to the city
Car horns, corners and the gritty
Now I am the proudest monkey you've ever seen
Monkey see, monkey do
Then comes the day
Staring at myself
I turn to question me
I wonder do I want the simple, simple life that I once lived in well
Oh things were quiet thenIn a way they were the better days
But now I am the proudest monkey you've ever seen
Monkey see, monkey do
Monkey see, monkey do
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