All Along The Watchtower
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth”
“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
I’m going through some of the hardest times of my life I’m afraid.
Really scared about losing my life.
I cannot take the losses they are such profound ultimate losses and they never end
I spend most of my time alone.
It is distinct in this time because I always relied on my physical aims and ways to pull me through and often I can barely trudge through the streets let alone ride.
I am feeling that, ” if I don’t find some shelter I am going to fade away.” Seems like I cannot do anything anymore and Feb. 24 I am opening the House with a prayer.
I want to deal with this broken heart
I have a meeting with Ed Harerek at Denver Health next Wednesday at noon
I doubt if I will consent to being penned up in a hospital or respite care.
JUST feel broken spent out of excuses
“All Along the watch tower princes kept the view while their foot soldiers came and went and barefoot servants too …..”
feel like crying
going to sleep under an electric blanket
curling up and forgetting this all this is senseless.
Do you feel me?