Man and Silhouette

A silhouette of sound, wafting around your body in the cool blue night. The Man and his sax, both strangers to these times sit abandoned on the side of the road, ever wandering, ever searching for that place where once again everything makes sense, everything fits.
That same place we're all looking for...

I remember when I was small, and every hallway was a chasm, every tree another character with its own actions and ideals. Now things seem so distant, and anything recognized as larger than myself is sinister, powerful, with its own ulterior motives. so instead I sit beneath this tree, morning earth dampening my pants, in an effort to find some sort of meaning, to find some sort of benevolence in this world.
"Everything is beautiful, just don't be afraid to look"
And so I'm lost out here. And I'm lost when I'm in my own room. And I'm lost when I'm driving. And I'm lost when i know where to go.

But then I look up, and I see your smiling face charging at me. Suddenly none of that matters. I no longer care about where I'm going. I know where I'm at, and that's all that I need to know.
"All it takes is to look up".