Journal icovellauna's Journal: news 1
Had a bad spell there for a while. Back to the doctors, back to the labs,more blood tests, and the results are really underwhelming. I have a new drug, a pain relief med, and it really makes a difference. I'm sleeping better, and that makes a huge difference. I just don't stop doing stuff enough, I get over tired, the pain rises, I get less sleep, I get more over tired,it becomes a very bad cycle. I think we have at least paused the cycle. My doc doesn't understand fibro myalgia well enough, though he gets lots of other things, and he doesn't pay enough attention to the combined results of the chemo and the fibro. Anyway, got some relief for now, and I need to learn how to do less. That's a hard one for me. I have great difficulty not stepping up when I see something that needs to be done. Just sitting there and leaving the next thing not done is a difficult task.
But in between naps I wrote this:
The Night Creeps Closer
The deeds you do
they bother you,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
A little here
a little there,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
Cheat on the taxes
cheat on your wife,
do a little deed,
oh here's the knife,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
You turn away
don't say a word,
you Know it wasn't THAT you heard,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
The government does whatever it must,
it steals your money,
tramples your trust,
steals your voice,
You give it away,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
Every time you turn away,
it isn't me, it's them you say.
You just don't notice,
just don't see,
pretend they really aren't like me,
The night creeps closer to your door.
The way we hold on to the light,
is share our power, share our might,
speak right up when ill we see,
NEVER let the evil be.
Help your neighbors,
help your friends,
but not there can we let it end.
The guy on the street you just don't know,
well he's your brother too, so go
and help him too, don't be scared
it's really time you showed you cared.
It isn't easy, isn't fun.
It looks like you're the only one.
But someone has to lead the way.
Why me? I think I heard you say.
Why not? I ask you,
I'm here too.
It's simply right, the thing to do.
Your voice is heard,
Your light shines bright,
and more will follow to the light.
And the night is held back,
from the door.
But in between naps I wrote this:
The Night Creeps Closer
The deeds you do
they bother you,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
A little here
a little there,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
Cheat on the taxes
cheat on your wife,
do a little deed,
oh here's the knife,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
You turn away
don't say a word,
you Know it wasn't THAT you heard,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
The government does whatever it must,
it steals your money,
tramples your trust,
steals your voice,
You give it away,
and the night creeps closer to your door.
Every time you turn away,
it isn't me, it's them you say.
You just don't notice,
just don't see,
pretend they really aren't like me,
The night creeps closer to your door.
The way we hold on to the light,
is share our power, share our might,
speak right up when ill we see,
NEVER let the evil be.
Help your neighbors,
help your friends,
but not there can we let it end.
The guy on the street you just don't know,
well he's your brother too, so go
and help him too, don't be scared
it's really time you showed you cared.
It isn't easy, isn't fun.
It looks like you're the only one.
But someone has to lead the way.
Why me? I think I heard you say.
Why not? I ask you,
I'm here too.
It's simply right, the thing to do.
Your voice is heard,
Your light shines bright,
and more will follow to the light.
And the night is held back,
from the door.
Good News (Score:1)