Too Cool for Kite Flying

I'm not seeing the faces when I close my eyes anymore.
Wish i were, kinda, sorta...not really.
I was a bit worried about it.

Just wanna write this letter to myself.
In a few years when I cannot remember much,
I can always read what happened.

A few hundred nights ago
I was driving alongside the old airport fence.
It was dark, late and uber-foggarific!
The Disney station was soothing my mental wounds.
Wounds inflicted by the fungus.
Wounds burned into my consciousness
By an alien, a demon & the Sphinx.
Old timey music was the order of the night
and I was able to see myself as an old man
from another time, from this very place.
I was wearing my usual trenchcoat and mac
and holding my umbrella-cane.
But the airport was gone.
Oh the land was unpaved my brothers,
but the fence kept me on the un-natural side.
It was a site to behold, let me tell you.
No large, gas guzzling monstrosities.
No grey, painted lined runways.
No box-shaped, non-descript structures.
No my friends, those were all still decades away.
Just a lovely park.
Tall trees, long, uncut grass, and sunlight!
Remember, it's about 3 in the a.m.!
"What's that burning white light ahead?" I ask myselves.
It was a car fast approaching and stealing my memories away.
The music is back, and I realize how strange it was
that I decided to drive this way.
It's not even on my way home, and
why am I listening to this station?
And as I pondered these things
I wondered who this old man was.
What a nice day for a walk I was thinking.
I just wish the fence was not there
I'd cross across the field.
But I do not have my kite with me anyway.
If only there were a device that would allow me
to listen to music while kite-flying...
Another car!
Man it's hard to see out here my friends
for the fog is just so thick.
Visibility is maybe 20 feet.
Visibility is maybe 100 years.
Anyway, it's too cool outside for flying materials.
And this coat will make things cumbersome
for running around like a loon in this park.
No it'll have to be another day.
I hope this isn't the only reprieve from the rain this week.
A third car!
The road has come to an end.
I'm not exactly sure where I am
or how to get home from here.
I'll turn right...
The tea was really strong tonight.
I remember lying on the floor
asking God to show himself.
He did.
He reached out for me,
but I was so self conscious about it.
I didn't reach out towards him.
He just shrugged, as if to say, "you blew it man".
Just then, the clouds reappeared
and the sky gave way to the ceiling.
I look over to my friend,
his body is there on the couch, sitting like Buddha
but Fripp & Eno have taken him away for awhile.
I wonder to myself, what's he staring at?