Talking To A Cow

Time drifts by. The rains have (temporarily, no doubt) stopped. I'm still here. Still bouncing around between severe self-loathing and hedonistic happiness. Should I stay or should I go? The same old question in the same old town.

In my mind I left a million times. Maybe that's enough. My Snooky days are numbered anyway. Why rush to loneliness and misery? I laid my cards out on the table one more time. Sooner or later we will go different ways. I'm no white knight. Just a lonely dude with new-found dreams about traveling beyond the Kingdom. That's how life goes. All on the roll of the dice. Drifting one way or the other. Sometimes we meet the wrong one a the right time and sometimes we meet the right one but the timing's all wrong. That's all there's to it.

I drink when I drive, eat when I'm hungry and live my life out on the beach.
Simple things I tend to over think.

Luckily/ recently I talked to a cow.
I was walking down a backstreet when she blocked my way and gazed into my eyes.
"You gotta dance", the cow spoke. " As long as the music plays. Keep moving, just slide along, one foot after the next. Don't think. If you think it's too late. You gotta dance"
I stared blankly at the cow.
"I've got to dance", I heard myself say.
The cow nodded approvingly.
I did not understand. This didn't make any sense.
"Is that it, Miss Cow? Sure, it must be more complicated? What about world peace, true love, happiness, spirituality, the quest for enlightenment and the meaning behind it all?"
But the cow just laughed and said:
"Don't think. You gotta dance, as long as the music plays. Just slide along. Keep moving. That's all there is to it."
That was all she spoke.
Then she walked away.

Stay long enough in this place and nothing's a surprise anymore. Sometimes the rivers flow upstream, sometimes a cow talks. That's how it goes. A weird encounter on a sticky afternoon. It is just the words she chose. I didn't understand...

But then, suddenly/ slowly, I became aware of my own steps. ('Don't think!') One foot after the next. Lightly. Gently. Softly walking on. There's nothing but my feet and this single street. All my questions and self-doubt, the fear and the hate....

are of no importance at all.
As long as the music plays
you gotta dance
Maybe that's really all there's to it...
I don't know. I tend to over think.
But the cow should know.
Maybe we should just trust the cow on this one.

"You gotta dance", she spoke. " As long as the music plays. Keep moving, just slide along..."

And so we dance along, on the rhythm of the sea, on the rhythm of the Happy Hours. We dance and we drink and we love and we cry... as long as the music plays,
that's all there's to it.

You gotta dance