Ghost in the machine

I find it funny how people try to run from issues without dealing with them.

I'm just as guilty as any one else.

Eventually things like that will come back to haunt you.


Today was one of those days for me. I woke up and was looking forward to a great day. Moving into a new place in preparation for two more months of interning, dinner on a patio, nice weather. What more could one ask for?

Well, my day started off with the notification that a gale force wind had dropped some sort of hefty object on the hood of my car, which was parked in my parents drive way back in Calgary. The day can only get better from here, right?

Wrong.

Then that old "ghost in the machine" managed to work its way onto the scene. I'm not even going to get into it, because it just isn't worth ranting to the world about. I guess I am going to let this entry distract me from thinking about that "ghost" so I can forget about it.

Oddly enough, I was listening to B.o.B this afternoon and very appropriately, Ghost in the Machine came through the speakers.

A few months ago, I packed my bags and went as far as I could from where I was. While there was a job on the end of that line, there was also a very clear and conscious effort to escape from some things that I just did not want to deal with.

I find it amazing how the music we listen to often finds a way to relate itself to life in that moment. Weird how things work out that way.

Ghost in the Machine by B.o.B

Tell me, where am I supposed to go?
And who am I supposed to believe?
If only you knew what I knew
Then you could see just what I see

So I grab my bags and go as far away as I can go
'Cause everything ain't what I used to know
And I try to hide but I just can't hide no more
There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost

You say I look fine, if only you knew what was on my mind
You'd see a whole different side, I couldn't show you even if I tried
I must have got lost in time when I found out I was only free to be, where ever I wanna be

Some say I'm out of sight, how ironic that we're all so blind
If you could open up your eyes, you could see what I couldn't describe
And then you'd see the signs; and then your soul would be set free and then you'd be released

So I grab my bags and go as far away as I can go
'Cause everything ain't what I used to know
And I try to hide but I just can't hide no more
There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost

Tell me, where am I supposed to go?
And who am I supposed to believe?
If only you knew what I knew
Then you could see

So I grab my bags and go as far away as I can go
'Cause everything ain't what I used to know
And I try to hide but I just can't hide no more
There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost

And I'm terrified, like I've seen a UFO
'Cause everything ain't what I used to know
And I try to hide but I just can't hide no more
There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost

And I'm so tired of hiding, I've been running, I've been trying, to get away, to get away

So I grab my bags and go as far away as I can go
'Cause everything ain't what I used to know
And I try to hide, but I just can't hide no more
There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost