Grow Old With You

We're turning in earlier these days. Some of us workers of the system, some of us freelancers of the free world. Some of us gamers in the kingdom, some of us soldiers in the game of war. Whatever we are doing here on this southern side of the hemisphere, we are changing our habits of once nocturnal beings.

The MTV Video Awards on free to air ended some minutes ago. Here I am in this room reviewing the music videos that caught my attention. Mostly, I sat through the celebration - at times losing its momentum of grip. Sarah fell asleep on the couch, while I got distracted with who the performing artist was. One thing was dominant - hip hop artists took centre stage. The rest were just hosts or peripheral fillers. Where is rock and roll? I could not recognize most of the artists, except for some familiar ones who've been around for the past 5 years. This could be that sign of us growing old.

Which brings me back to what I started with. Here I am, in my room, almost ready to take the plunge and it's only 11.30pm. The house is drifting into dusk, only the water in the bath could be heard. When you notice thhat, it's a sign that's bedtime. Or this could just be Melbourne. The land where life stops after 6. Having been around, I ought to have gotten used to it.

I'm refusing to give in, but duty beckons with a 9.00am alarm bell. Sometimes I wonder why I signed up for passion. Now I'm hooked on the game, and its time to duplicate myself.