No More..

I'm pretty good at being me,

I think the thoughts I've always done,

But nowadays those thoughts are stale,

And days are rarely fun of fun.

Now circular thoughts that

Will. Not. Quit.

Take over more and more,

And analysing 'ifs' and 'maybes'

Drives me to the floor.

I've found the straw I've heard about,

(The camel has long gone)

Now desperation's punching me,

It's time to learn a different song.

No more for me, 

The paths I know,

It's time to draw another map,

It's time to work towards my goals,

Escaping from this

'I can't' trap.

I take responsibility,

For all the things I haven't done,

And put them in a box, behind me,

Turning now to face the sun.

And acting, 

Pushing through the fear,

(That maybe I just can't succeed)

Has proved that I was just plain wrong,

And in the process

I am freed.

Saved by the Green Flare

The Green Flare is saving the day. When my words are dried up the Green Flare steps up and fills in the gaps with style and grace. Thanks Green Flare!

MISUNDERSTOOD

Someone's got to do it.
So it might as well be me.
Someones got to do it.
And do it peacefully.

Someone had to do it.
So I did the most I could.
Someone had to do it.
But I misunderstood.

I jumped too quick to take the oar.
I could not hear above the roar.

Someones got to do it.
I don't want to but I will.
Someones got to do it.
So we'll take the bitter pill.

Someone had to do it.
Don't jeapordise our wealth.
Someone had to do it.
We feared about your health.

Not to mention confidence.
And competence as well.

So now we've gorn an' dunnit.
And the best that we all could.
What's Dun is Dun, it wasn't fun.
But no 'ard feelin's anyone.
We just misunderstood.