Taishi wandered thru the streets of Coronet. It had been many years and there were a great many changes to the streets. And old song, half-remembered from his childhood, seemed to describe the landscape as he saw it. He started to sing, and thus gained many stares:
"When the world and I were young, just yesterday
Life was such a simple game a child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
I remember when the answer seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt, or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray..."
His voice fell silent and he rose from the hand rail he'd leaned on. Looking slowly around, and feeling far more ancient than he was, he walked on. That's what I was looking for! He thought to himself as he found a small cantina just outside Blue sector. The perfect place for an old man to drown his sorrows. He cringed at the thought, but walked in anyway. Taking a table near the middle of the place, he waited silently for the bartender or a waitress to come around.
"It's been too long, old friend, far too long." He spoke 'quietly', thinking himself unheard. "What was that?" The bartender asked, having appeared while Taishi was lost in thought. "Hmm....? Oh, sorry. A pitcher of Lomin Ale and a ryshcate please." Nodding, the bartender moved off, presumably to fill his order.
Something about Corellia had always spoken to him, even when he was first here. He wasn't a native Corellian, but he still loved Coronet like he had few other cities. His ordering the ryshcate was part of his remembering of Corellia, as well as his acceptance of the new. He still had a lot of years ahead of him, he was only 27, after all, and this private ceremony would always help him thru the hardship of changing times. The hour was still early, so there were few other patrons yet, but in a while that would soon change. He glanced around, noting the fools and easily deceived, while he patiently waited for his drink and cake.
"When the world and I were young, just yesterday
Life was such a simple game a child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
I remember when the answer seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt, or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray..."
His voice fell silent and he rose from the hand rail he'd leaned on. Looking slowly around, and feeling far more ancient than he was, he walked on. That's what I was looking for! He thought to himself as he found a small cantina just outside Blue sector. The perfect place for an old man to drown his sorrows. He cringed at the thought, but walked in anyway. Taking a table near the middle of the place, he waited silently for the bartender or a waitress to come around.
"It's been too long, old friend, far too long." He spoke 'quietly', thinking himself unheard. "What was that?" The bartender asked, having appeared while Taishi was lost in thought. "Hmm....? Oh, sorry. A pitcher of Lomin Ale and a ryshcate please." Nodding, the bartender moved off, presumably to fill his order.
Something about Corellia had always spoken to him, even when he was first here. He wasn't a native Corellian, but he still loved Coronet like he had few other cities. His ordering the ryshcate was part of his remembering of Corellia, as well as his acceptance of the new. He still had a lot of years ahead of him, he was only 27, after all, and this private ceremony would always help him thru the hardship of changing times. The hour was still early, so there were few other patrons yet, but in a while that would soon change. He glanced around, noting the fools and easily deceived, while he patiently waited for his drink and cake.
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