“Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see,
It’s getting hard to be someone, but it all works out, it doesn’t matter much to me”
(Lenon et al)
“I remember golden days when all this was a mystery,
And one could write a letter then or god forbid go visit you,”
My mind for some reason was playing the latter song. After I studied the lyrics, I think some autonomous part of my brain actually understood it, because until this morning I didn’t really know what it meant. Now if only I could get my mind to replay entire songs I wouldn’t have to keep reloading my iPod with new content.