The Commutal Community (to the music of A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum)
August 12, 2009
The Commutal Community
As I sit and stare as the world glances by, I see the pain of their turmoil. But for all the casting shadows are but forgotten at the sight of the dancing jock in a jeep or the gentle hum of a seat mate.
The chimes of the roads traveled are captured through our visions of a life not ours. But a pain shared by all who must live only seeking to survive.
For all who transpire must first find their peace in the heart of unity through common sorrows and the loving joy of music and dance.
For only with music can we survive the pain and sorrow of our commutal existence in a community of disconnected souls.
For our eyes are our mirror yet we fail to cast an acknowledging gaze to those who simply are and those who fail to see their place in life is with us.
To the Music of: A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum
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