The colour has been added in
that once was never there
a tear or two has now been fixed
with lots of tape and little care

Tattered round the edges
and never very clear
not worthy of display it stays
in the box right here

And while other better memories
go on display with pride not shame
the photograph that is my life
will never make it to a frame.

I am no longer who I was
because now I’m someone new
I let the me that used to be
get altered just for you

I guess one of me is to blame
for letting all things change
for accepting the me that you could see
once things got rearranged

I liked the old me quite a lot
and at one time so did you
and yet you kept on changing him
was it just something to do?

The new me doesn’t understand
why the old me would do that
In fact the new me’s thinking
that I want the old me back

And now it seems the me I am
is no more the me for you
so let’s see just how hard it is
if what’s been done we can undo

I sing a song that has no words
to a tune that has no notes
it has a melody that no one hums
and lyrics no one quotes

But the rhythm is infectious
and the beat can drive you wild
It can start your feet a tapping
or get you dancing in the aisles

To hear it you must close your eyes
and once you do it makes you whole
the music that’s uniquely you
the soundtrack to your soul

Why do the best things end
before they ever really start

and the travesties of life
never come far enough apart

And that always bitter taste
is never washed away

by Johnnie Walker Red,
Minervois or Chardonnay

Why did the sun that rose each morning
choose one day not show

And leave me here in darkness
with no place left to go

Does this mean its gone forever
never to return

Will I never feel its warmth again
will I never feel its burn

Or like the phoenix from the ashes
will it rise again reborn

Over a freshly woven landscape
no sign of sorrow, fear or scorn

And so the rain begins
to try and wash away the past
Relentless in its downpour
I wonder will it last

Will be sufficient
to wash away the pains
that lingered all these years
like some oh so stubborn stains

Or will it all come flooding back
with debris from days gone by
will I rise above the current
or will I simply drown and die

For now it gives a moment’s pause
distracts me from this place
and soaks me to my very bones
while I’m chilled in its embrace

Eventually my Spring will come
rain will stop and floods recede
Only then will my sun shine again
only then will I be freed.