Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

And you start to wonder if there is such a thing . . .You think about the world you live in and all the ups and downs or the highs and the lows.You think.You know? You wonder about the lucky ones, or at least, I should keep this on me; and so, if this is on me, then I should say that this is on me.And it is me who wonders about the lucky ones or the so-called beautiful ones who always seem to have it easier. I used to call them “The Velvet Ropes,” meaning the pretty people because back in the days when my nights were overwhelmed by status and the club scene in New York City, the pretty or the lucky or the so-called beautiful ones were the people who never had to wait in lines. They were the people who approached the door and someone at the gate would open a red velvet rope and let them in without waiting.Hence, I called these people the velvet ropes because I used to watch them at the doors of different night spots. And I used to watch them from the outside looking in.So, I wonder . .…