There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreaming
I can hear them say… Carry on my wayward son.
I woke up with this song in my head this morning. Normally when I have a song in my head the easiest way for me to banish it (lest it play continually) is to listen to it for reals. Somehow this morning I have let it play, which with the music that I am actually listening to is creating a disjointed cacophony that I am uncertain how best to manage. Certainly I could turn off the actual music, but I am sort of enjoying it. I could listen to the original Kansas song, but I do not have it. Of course I could easily bring it up on the interwebs, but for some reason I have the inclination to let it play through in my mind. I know the song well, have for years. It is one of those classic “classic rock” tunes that one could probably hear nearly every day on a typical “classic rock” radio station. I guess I never really thought much about the lyrics though.
There is an Icarus element, a pilgrimage element, an enlightenment element, and perhaps a fear of endless searching without understanding. A fear of being burned, of going -or staying- blind or mad should one attain the sought after knowledge. There is a certain element of fear and uncertainty, but also some sense of comfort. I am not really sure how to interpret it, nor understand why it is in my head this morning.
And then you find yourself sitting in the back of the room, a stranger in a strange land. Opening doors and looking through windows long ignored. Dredging up questions long buried; uncertainties…fears and doubts. Paper wings.
What is this song telling me? Is it warning or challenge? Perhaps it is merely memory, I have heard it many, many times for years upon years and maybe it is not at all profound. I mean after all it is just a 1976 Kansas song…maybe it is not that deep. But something nags at me. Why this song? Why now? Either way I suppose we all must carry on…one way or another.