Homeworld

Homeworld




I found her crying in the wilderness one day

I was tempted just to continue on my way

That's when I surprised myself I still had it inside

A continuing desire to do the best I can



Since that day she's been there, a constant reminder

of a world that could be but never was

the only thing missing from my life before

now that I have it everything else is gone.



Now that the sun is finally rising

at last a new day dawns

I can feel her slipping away

as the world is reborn



Everywhere I look there's a reminder

Of all I had before The End

A wife and kids and a home, all of gone

She the only thing left to me



I see her now with her new friends

I hear her laughing more than ever

Somehow it doesn't bother me, to know I'm losing her

I feel like my job is finally done



We work together to remake the world

Only better than it was

Not the world we had before The End

but one that is truly ours.



words and music by J Franklin Evans

Recurring life themes

I don't believe in the supernatural.

There is no god. No ghosts. No magic. No psychics. Nothing like that exists.

However, I do believe that there are some physical laws of our Universe that are not understood, or maybe haven't even been guessed at. Quantum mechanics, vibrations at a subatomic level, particles, vibrations on a string . . .

My life consists of shifting, often meaningless themes that crop up constantly. Sometimes it lasts for a few days, sometimes, weeks. Occassionally months. Even a lifetime.

I'm not talking about stuff that I do, or control--I've been a loner, single, girlfriend-less, most of my life, and that's not really a mystery to me. That's something within my sphere of influence. Nothing odd about it, really, or, I should say, nothing not understood.

But take, say, spiderwebs. Not cobwebs you see gathering dust in corners. Not those nasty webs woven by black widows, or the intricate creations of garden spiders. I'm talking those single threads that those tiny spiders use to rappell down from a height.

You know what I'm talking about--go walking in a wooded area one morning and you'll get caught in a few.

I can't move over the past few days without getting caught in one of those things. They are suddenly everywhere. Even in the bed of my truck. After a couple of days I realized this was the theme of the week for me.

A month or so ago it was website crashes. Every time I tried to log onto a website it crashed. This happened to me at work and at home, two completely different networks, and all I was doing to trying to load a home page. Bam. Down. Or really, really, REALLY slow . . .

Sometimes I wonder if there isn't some sort of supernatural force trying to tell me something with these things. Then maybe I'm just seeing connections where there are none. Humans are bad about that sort of thing. Which is where religion and superstition come from in the first place.

So, I chalk it up to coincidence, or a vibration of a string, or emissions of a mysterious, undiscovered quark.