questions about how we’ve come to be

and who we’re here to see,

what we are here to do,

none of these have been thoroughly thought through.

they’ve missed the last query

oh how we are so dreary

lingering in the past

when the future is approaching fast.

perhaps it’s a divine plan

set out hand in hand

with the dice of luck,

a twist in the cards

who gives a ****?

Your here and you’re

breathing.

your heart is still beating,

you’ve a soul,

you’ve a mind

so cm’on be so kind

and waste not,

want not

time is of the essence

and oh there are so many lessons

get out of your house

and off your screens

then prehaps you’ll hear the screams

resonate

and by god do they illuminate why your here.

for you are breathing and can’t you hear

your heart still beating?

Are you Jewish? or Christian? Muslim or Sikh ?

Do you worship a deity and pray at their feet?

or do you believe in science with proof beyond doubt

that they understand it all no need to worry or pout

are you black? white? asian or mixed?

does your beauty leave all transfixed?

do you listen to rock? or to a classical twang?

or perhaps prefer to be sung to by an old country band?

dress like a girl but your realy a man?

defiantly a woman who does not like a tan?

whatever you are or your prefrence in life

listen now, quite near the end,

you’ll be gasping the last air it’ll twist and bend

you’ll look back to the past and gasp once more

for none of it really matters

not now and

never did before.

a blessing in disguise is

worth more

than

a blessing in plain sight.

hidden meanings

make themselves

seen

hidden no more.

the light bulb moment

when you kick

yourself over a

light bulb moment you should have seen before.

i break down only to

put myself together again

flashes of uncertainty cloud my mind

but reality

kicks in soon enough.

It is not an option

to stay under

the waves,

this is a one way street

no turning back.

to the very depths of your soul i dive

and from there i derive

slithers of secrets and whispers of dreams

artefacts that i’ll grab by some strange twisted means.

to the very floor of your being

i’ll spend a little while creeping

dust down the old pictures of people you once loved

of places you once

regarded as somewhat sacred.

i’ll put a stop in the door that leads to your core

a cold draft flits in as i seek for more,

the aim of my ventures

my mis-adventures?

i couldn’t scarecly tell you much more

than i don’t mean to poke or pry

to deliver the tears to your eyes

ignorance is bliss and with that

i just want to set the world on fire.

to the very depths of your soul i dive

and from there i derive

slithers of secrets and whispers of dreams

artefacts that i’ll grab by some strange twisted means.

to the very floor of your being

i’ll spend a little while creeping

dust down the old pictures of people you once loved

of places you once

regarded as somewhat sacred.

i’ll put a stop in the door that leads to your core

a cold draft flits in as i seek for more,

the aim of my ventures

my mis-adventures?

i couldn’t scarecly tell you much more

than i don’t mean to poke or pry

to deliver the tears to your eyes

ignorance is bliss and with that

i just want to set the world on fire.

within these walls we’ve built around ourselves

there is surely an emergancy exit

back to the realms of possability

just a skip , hop and a jump

across the sea of realization