Breaking Down The Wall (part 3, the end)

So it seems I’ve been left in the dark. Not that it matters in the big picture, just on the small screen. The words she sang, in some sense, proved to be true. I lived the song, sort of. The song, Wicked Game, by Chris Isaak tells a story of obsessive love. Makes me wonder if it could be interpreted as addictive love. Whatever the meaning I find or you find, the song didn’t do much for me when it came out. And, even after my friend sat in to sing it, it meant little to me. I’m typically more moved by the instrumentation, then the melody of the lyrics more than by the words themselves. Then I went and read the words. Ahhh. There might be something to this song. Did I live the part of the foolish people? Did I lose somebody like you? Did I fall in love? Did the girl go and break my heart?

I don’t deal well with feelings, haven’t done so in a very, very long time. Guess my wall was set very well and it was working. My best guess is that if I hadn’t read the damn lyrics to this song, I would have been better off. On the other hand, it was the songs very words that knocked a hole in the wall. Didn’t knock it down mind you, but the foundation maybe was weakened enough that I can get through it to the other side where I can find somebody and not be worried about the girl breaking my heart. Isn’t that part of the road to success – failure? You’ve got to fail to move forward. So, I’ve definitely moved forward. Still wondering about the girl, yet it’s not got such a strong hold on my now.

Now I’m thinking I can pen some of these thoughts, put the words to music. My real feelings put to music. Now that’s the wall you hear falling down. Thanks dear singing bartender. You did good in more ways than I can… wait… I can definitely find a host of songs in this. What’s the point of having walls if you can’t scale them and I definitely have.

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