More fragile than you first appear in singlets and the business end of a number 2. That an idea (and an egg) can shake the core of you to your marrow And fuel your lust for hate. Such a simple thought

✨ I find myself wondering every now and then about the things that might have been, if only decisions went another way, some people stayed, or ran away. Sometimes it's like a dead weight dragging towards

life goes on through changes large and small it's seen it all and will again the best the worst the world can give is nothing new is nothing new perhaps, perhaps we've seen it too in different skins with

It isn't, but it feels real Been part of a team for so long It's all gone Or going anyway. And watching it die sux. So much time and energy poured in Surely we'd win But nope it ain't happinin' Not now

Outside, raindrops trickle down the windows of the cars on the street. Sad and lonely they meet and run, absorbing others stunned by their journey down from clouds on high Then gathered together they stream

What a life with ups and downs and endless strife With twists and turns and complex rites of passage we can't even see we're engaged in With days flashing by like cars in the night What a life With joys

theres a path to greatness somewhere near here it'll start all innocuous eh, what's this ere? and the mood will swell and pick up speed and the ride'll start for those who spied the opportunity there's

It's a risky business for us low life bums Packed and ready Then down rain comes It starts to snow And I'm feeling low Waiting for my day in the sun No time like now to come around C'mon over And down

Watching life go by... one day, another. What a sorry mess. Obsessed by trinkets, bling and hype we pass our days - exams with no study worrying 'bout something that is nothing. Trees in the distance beckoning

Tuesdays feel like Thursdays Thursdays feel like rain Mondays send a shiver Let me off of this here train Wednesdays drag like Mondays Fridays start with pain It couldn't get much grimmer Let me off of

O fool in this world you were the men slave, Now I follow why pinched me the grave My gloom from thy body added more gloom, The veil of Earth's honor in rags did loom. Shun Hundred times for a slave's

Life is full of ups and downs And downer downs And upper ups And bitter cups of cold regret from rising on the wrong side of the bed Yet we can walk on the sunny side of a street if we cross against the

Clouds drift across the sky We could follow them You and I Chase them down and hitch a ride And laugh with life again You know the feeling Got to get away We're stretched out and stressed out Time's ebbing

Think it Do it Plan it Do it See it Do it Own it Do it That's the secret The way to see it The way I see it The way to be it Is just to Think it Plan it See it Own it Do it. ✨ May all beings be happy.

People dancing through life living the dream People with eyes cast down in the rain People doing it tough alone with their pain People scoffing strawberries and cream People in love or people who fail

Is it wrong to dream of something more? Over there? To long for change, for difference, for... ...money enough to be free of endlessly working free to write and read and play guitars and games free all

Saunter. Just saunter. People don't do it enough anymore Not where I live Not anymore All the time busy No time to reflect To consider the toll Of life's hectic pace On the race. Our race. Always at a

Sittin' in a cafe Sitting in the cold One day grow'n older Next day bein' old Sittin' in a cafe Waiting for a change Waiting for a signal Life won't be the same And the world spins 'round again While I'm

I don't think ordinary people exist. I don't actually think they ever did. Not because I think we are all extraordinary in our own way (although I suppose this may be true). No, more because I believe

Where does the weekend go? Time just disappears I woke up yesterday, Saturday, the weekend before me, Now Sunday night is here; a week of work ahead. Again. Where does the time go? Caught up in chores,