“I don’t think I can take it anymore”,
she cried.

“Where would you take it anyway, if you still could”, I asked

“What do you mean…I don’t get it?”she said

“Never mind”, I replied

“You cant take anything anywhere if at first you didn’t get it”.

“I’ve just had enough!”

“Enough of what?” I asked

“How can you not see it?” she cried

“See what?”, I said

”Simply, how I’ve just had enough”

“Oh…no, I see”, I confessed.

“Indeed, you’ve taken more than your share”.

“I feel so sad”, she sad.

“Someone’s muzzled happiness and locked her in a basement”, I replied.
“You just need to find her”.

“What if I found her dead?”, she asked.

”Then realise this one thing…
…it took you to be alive,
to distinguish that which is dead”.

You’re that feeling that burns
every time you’re filled, not spent
we go back to learn
It wasn’t what I meant

The strong promises and lines
that couldn’t be broken, you bent
among all the go around rhymes
It wasn’t what I meant

The absent truths and stains
of every little word stolen, you lent
only to borrow pain and play
It wasn’t what I meant

and when you finally understood
phrases couldn’t be ripped, but rent
now there’s that silent separation
It wasn’t what I meant.

my old shoe carries me
through walks of life
the dirt, dust and poo
through to the end
and if my shoe can do
then how much the more
you too, can too
my friend

If the early bird gets the worm
then a late worm will live
but if there be an early bird
then there must be a late bird
and if so, the late worm will also die