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I was-and still am- very receptive to the songs I hear on the radio and, in such manner acted, then-then reacted-to rock group U2's Walk On:
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
oh no, be strong
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't steal
No they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has
been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You coulld have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
* * *
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Home...hard to know what it is if you've never had one
Home...I can't say where it is but I know I'm
going home
That's where the hurt is
Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All that you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All that you dress up
All that you scheme
I listened to the song at Aloha Tower Marketplace at about 6 P.M., I believe, and interpreted it as being the admirer's request that I return home: stay safe tonight. I figured I had proven myself worthy of respect as I very reluctantly drove home, thinking my day was done.:-\ However, as I reclined in the driver's seat upon parking in my house's garage, Walk On played again. I must return! The anonymous admirer's life is in danger, I believed, from the fragments of information I gathered and processed from many other songs and commercials I heard on the radio.
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