There was a big black fly banging on the window today, acting like he wanted to get out. So I opened the window, all he had to do was go over to it. But he didn’t, he just kept whacking his head on the opposite side. I would think he could smell or feel the fresh air and gravitate towards it. No, he just kept flying around in the opposite corner. I use my hand to try to lead him towards freedom, instead he panics and flies even father away from the open window. I feel like I’m doing the same thing. I want to be happy and support myself doing something I care about and not worry about being in the corner but I’m so focused on where I am that I can’t see that the window is open and all I have to do is fly.
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Buzzy Donahue
I grew up in San Francisco in the 60's. I lived in a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. After a long stretch working on my tan I have joyfully found my way back to radio. Because you can't fight it; when it's in your blood. I play music on KPTZ.org. View all posts by Buzzy Donahue
