I Wrote This Last Night

I wrote this last night. No particular reason, and I’m not even sure what it means. But I kind of like it. I’m thinking folk-rock.

Vagabonds of Mercy   by  Mark W. Sasse

Ghostly kin collared high and smart, rolling out till we hit the dawn,

Pardoned souls with sing-song hearts, Hit the road until they reach the dawn

And the shadows cover field and vale, where it spreads it’s really hard to tell

As we brace for impact from the eastern gale, remember truth is the hardest sell

 

A girl in jeans and a ragged smile, waves a knife at the quarter mile

I duck my head from her pensive sight, but the battered soul gives up the fight

Proffered dreams, deferred hearts, testing limits with spare parts,

But the mileage wanes around the bend, when you’re headed home and then back again

 

Chorus:

And the vagabonds always know where they’re going,

Cause the road welcomes everyone who floats on the wings of the sun

And the vagabonds always know who they’re traveling with

Cause they understand more than most the feeling of Judas’ kiss

 

 

Part of the reason I joined this quest, was to get something off my chest.

I understand your hesitation, but I really need your participation.

Mercy ends in the empty void when shattered dreams lay half-destroyed

But walking men and talking girls, know the dance of the underworld

 

And those who dare to reach inside, might find release on the other side

But those who laugh at the high employed …

 

May find the lost key

May say a quick prayer

May join the party

Of the unaware

 

Chorus:

And the vagabonds always know where they’re going,

Cause the road welcomes everyone who floats on the wings of the sun

And the vagabonds always know who they’re traveling with

Cause they understand more than most the feeling of Judas’ kiss

 

Don’t let the night take you.

Don’t let the light break you.

Don’t let the fight leave you.

Don’t let the might beat you.

 

Chorus:

And the vagabonds always know where they’re going,

Cause the road welcomes everyone who floats on the wings of the sun

And the vagabonds always know who they’re traveling with

Cause they understand more than most the feeling of Judas’ kiss.

Are you following the crowd (through the red light)?

I pulled up to a red light on my motorbike and sat beside several other motorbikes at the front of a long line of cars. One of the other bikes, which is often the case, took off through the red light, anticipating that the light was about to change green. Another motorbike followed suit, then another, then a car, then two, then – zoom – zoom – zip – zip – whoosh – whoosh – cars, one after another whipped through the light which NEVER changed. So there I was, sitting at a red light when vehicle after vehicle passed me by right through the red. I started to wonder if any of the cars approaching the red light would actually stop since it was red, after all. Eventually both lanes stopped and waited another twenty seconds until the light actually turned green.

Even for Malaysia, where vehicles whip through red lights with great frequency, this was a strange situation. It really showed the power of following the crowd. Everyone else is doing it; why not? One little flinch through red can trigger an avalanche of followers, regardless if it is breaking the law or not.

So what does this mean for indie authors? Well, if we cast aside the illegal aspect of this incident and just focus on the power and pull of following others, we might have ourselves a good little object lesson.

Many writers are eager to jump on the bandwagon of other people’s success by emulating their style, or writing in popular genres, or mimicking others actions. There’s nothing wrong with any of that, per se, unless that’s not your passion. If vampires are hot and you are passionate about vampires, well go for it. But if you want to write historical fiction but find yourself wanting to write alien steam-punk just because “it’s hot,” then you are following the crowd through the red-light. I always  keep reminding myself to simply be myself. Be the original that I am. Write what I’m passionate about, regardless of what others will think.

It’s okay to sit patiently at a red light. After all the light will eventually turn green and your time will come.