I was lost for so long
I grew up in a family
That tried but simply got it wrong
It was the coal mine
This canary called home
I grew up with people
But felt mostly alone
How could kind nice people have not a clue
Sadly it was most of what I knew
But how we start doesn't always determine
How far we finally grew
PFK
6/07
Morning feels broken
I can't stay out of bed
And all my crazy hopeless thoughts
Echo in my head
Why can I not fixate on
Some good love in my heart
I don't choose a good focus
Which defeats me before I start
Morning is not broken
My choices are what's wrong
To have a better outcome
I must sing a better song
PFK
6/07
I have felt depressed like you
No wish to respond at all
In the moment lost and forlorn
Without any conscious wherewithall
But that is phase you go through
If you want to finally adjust
It's a form of what everyone goes through
If they remember to do what they really must
Life doesn't happen by itself
You struggle through the good fight
If you do the work which brings results
Things slowly come out right
PFK
6/07
Make a living memory
Take a piece of time
Put it somewhere safe
Know it is sublime
As a souvenir
Like in amber cast
Captured cherished and
Simply meant to last
PFK
6/07
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