A World We Knew

Found this lying around one of my lyrics files.  I don't recall how old this is, but even now I can't decide if it is a work of fiction or not.  That may not make sense... I don't ask much of life, not anymore. I used to, but things change as you get older. The garish dreams you believed to be life's guarantees slowly fade from vision and reality, like old friends waving their last goodbyes in a rearview mirror. Yes, I've become less optimistic, but I pray still uncynical. All I ask of life is to give me many adventures, few regrets, a little meaning, and one woman to love who would love me back in equal or greater measure. Yes, if all that people remember me as is an idea rather than a personality or face, well perhaps I have lived well. And I venture to say I'd be happy. ~ Noah

Well here I am in South Africa.  The inner tour-guide in me wants to start spouting facts and figures about the quirks and landscapes of the country, but I'd be dishonest if I said I had seen much of the place.  Our drive into Pretoria was a wild one.  Our muttering taxi-driver drove us in perfect silence (except for the roar of the car engine) at break neck speed from the airport to our lodging at the Catwalk Hotel.  On the way over I tried to capture as much as I could of the countryside.  After all, my brain didn't even know what to picture when I had imagined myself in South Africa.  I know so little about any of the lands here in Africa, and to go to one that is so maintained and orderly runs contrary to all my preconceived notions. ~Noah