Many Miles Away…25 Years Later

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“Daddy only stares into the distance
There’s only so much more that he can take…”

Somehow, 25 years later, everything sung above has come true. I always find myself staring into the distance trying to rationalise life as a whole. The meaning has been lost in translation, and things thought simple are often translated into real life as something so complex. Man is no island or so they say. But I would give anything to be able to live on one now. Virtually free of want, free of the dog eat dog situations that urban life commonly presents. Best of all, while urban folks have aquariums to help them relax, I can always dive into one.

Everyday the newspapers have only politics on the first five pages; the alternative ones are no different. I am so sick of reading about politics that I find it easier nowadays to eat without having to read a newspaper. Malaysians are so fired-up by sensational news that common sense no longer prevail. There are more important matters in this life of ours than to worry about whose ass is being dicked, or whose daughter was blown up for blackmailing someone, or whether or not some clown is going to make it as Prime Minister of Malaise-sia. And just now, some jerk driving a Beemer, overtook a car from the left and almost hit wifey and I traveling in our car. And the bastard had the cheek to display his anger at me. How I wished I was alone in the car. I’d turn his car into a pulp and him into cannon fodder.

“Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race…”

And I remember those days, driving home from work…it was okay to expect the children to rush to greet me; but the thought of an imminent quarrel with the (now ex) wife was always a damper to what could have been a good end to the day.

And to think that the wheel would turn that way again…

“Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache…”