I have had a lot of nicknames these past several years. Today I am removing one from myself. "Cassanova." Todd thought it was a good one for me, for some whatever reason was in that crazy head of his. Well, I am replacing it today, I know you aren't supposed to make your own nickname, but I'm the Vis, I can do it if I want to. I feel that Cassanova was a lie, it was something that I am not. Ihave never been smooth or charming, I've been on two dates and once even dated a woman for four whole days. Quite impressive if you ask me. So today I choose to replace "cassanova" with "desperado." It makes more sense for me. Right now I don't really like the concept of dating, I like the concept of marriage, but I suppose it would be wise for one to date his future wife before marrying them. All I feel like doing is traveling, writing, and ministering to people on a peer level; dating doesn't seem appealing today, not right now. Maybe it is because I am having a bit of a downer day, and I see happy couples everywhere I go, but if God were to want me to be single for the next five or six years and gave me contentment with that, it would be just fine.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no youger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late
It all makes sense to me I guess, but maybe you have to be a desperado to understand exactly what it means. You all have my love, even you.
Thursday, June 05, 2003
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