Been thinking a lot lately, do not actually know if I figured anything out, but one thing I have come to realize is that there is one person that frequent in my dreams, both during my nightly slumbers and as much in my waking moments. I do know that some dreams are not to be discarded as random afterglows of fleeting moments, but are to be cherished and kept safe. After waking, still remembering the music that flowed through all corners of my unconscious, the images of moments more sweet and piercing than ever felt during hours of daylight, I know I will carry with me the remembrance of the sweetest scent, the softest laughter; and a smile making this day the best I ever had, yours.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weep.
G. Harrison
