Your life consists of working hard hours, for not enough pay, hard days
Good, great people
But nothingness consoles you at the end of the day
Nothing to live for and nothing to fight for
You have become a waste of space
You don't contribute
You second guess
You

All the time fighting the same battles
Your heart, your tongue, and your liver, your mind set and your waist line
You are so far removed what you wanted ten years ago

Fell into a pattern of pay cheque to pay cheque

Living through decisions and then later, they're regrets

You need a huge change. It is scary, but dockside was the best decision you have ever made

Step outside, from your shredded sheltered comfort zone, and branch out a little more

Do what you always knew you were born to do!

Go take photographs, that mean something

Make your life important again

Not another bottle and not another regret

Do what you want to do!

Go to war, take pictures

Make your life mean something

I am hopeful now
Walking the seawall straightens me out
The clouds and the waters
One foot in front of the other

Walking the seawall
To my day to day
The choices I've made

One foot in front of the other
Dogs on leashes
Babies in strollers
Or on daddies in front

The seawall
Windy and peaceful
One foot in front of the other

Birds eat
Fresh crab meat
The circle of life
Tug of war
One foot in front of the other

Runners run.
Cyclists, bike
Childs play

The walk to work
One foot in front of the other

Couple to help me fall asleep
Couple to make me less socially awkward
Couple because it's something to pass the time
To help unwind

Loud people yelling in kingsgate
Then the faint stare of nighttime noises
Dog chains, house keys
Then nothing

City silence
Ambient sounds
Quarter to one
Bikes are closer than the cars

Smoking my last cigarette
The city bows out
A well oiled machine
Inhale, exhale now

I am a shell
Someone I used to know
A memory of a shattered soul

I used to be someone
Who had something to say
Someone had an opinon

I used to see the day
Sunlight, on my face
The clue clouds
And even sometimes, the rain

I used to

I am a shell now
So many burns and horror stories
So many heartbreaks
My chest of drawers
My infinite sorrows
I let them go unnoticed

They never see the surface
I hide them on purpose

I am shell now
An empty home
Looking for a new place
A new place to hang my hat
And loved

I am a sad person
I always see the dim light
I never try to be the down guy
Somehow I just find the bad kind

I can love forever
I'll bend over backwards
But I can't let go, of the household backyard

My childhood was hard
I spent days in the gym
Countless hours, pushing up
To get away from them
So I could escape him

My home life wasn't great

I seem to always see the dim light
Always seem to wish on a hopeless star
Of some place, wide, vast and far

Just a crack

A door, ajar

I cant sleep,
Thoughts keep floating around my brain
Thoughts of you, mostly thoughts of how I am going to **** this up
Thoughts, of when you'll leave me

Everyone tells me this is a good thing,
Everyone tells me this is a good thing

But I cant help feeling this is the start of something terrible
Because if I fall, fall hard, for you
I'll have something to lose,
And that something would be you

well, time to time
i think if, maybe our timing was wrong
if, we both needed to grow,
and be on our own

from time to time, i think this is so

and you know my funeral song
and, i, know your favourite show

oh, if knew only know
that i, i am waiting
for you to come home