I once had a paper bag
I wheezed it's way with asthma
I once had a paper bag
the cat scratched it to peaces and got away
I once had a paper bag
Full of mushrooms for later, but there was **** inside
I once was a paper bag
Be Strong, Keep the Cat, Loose the ****!
I once had a paper bag
But I threw it away

Now I have a lunch box!

Whenever you're feeling down
Don't always come with a frown
Come look like a happy clown

Though of course you can't hide it
At least try a bit

But there are people around
Where your happiness is found

It's like we all have our own atmosphere
Our own weather...
Our own mysteries and universes.

We brush past each other and
Either,
Collide in bliss or,
Destroy each others life.

I see so many people around
Bumping into each other,
Man it's messy!

I'm often on the outskirts,
Hovering in quiet space.
My world is small.

Maybe I should steer this my world closer to yours,
And just crash.
Or maybe just graze you a little in orbit.

Outskirts.

driven. motivated. to the point of insomnia. getting rid of every toxic thought and feeling that's rendered me immobile, that has poisoned me paralysed-unable to lift a single finger, to nurture the dreams that were fertile in my mindfield.

i am going to achieve everything i set out to do in small steps, however long it will take me :)

Why so smug?
Seems those pygmy dreams
bore fruit long before
you left safe harbour.

Come back home
once you have defeated
land-locked fear,
hurdled every heaving horizon
and found the stars.

Come back and show me
your war torn scars
and deep wild bruises.
Show me a worn down ego
and weathered soul.

Then you can boldly enter
eternal harbour.

You can do this.
It's no different than before
Well actually it is.

He's not there.
But he could be
No he can't.

I can do this.
It's ok to make a mistake.
I think.

I can't do it.
I'm gonna fail.
I get so nervous I can't breathe
I'm not gonna do it.
I can't
I won't..

I have to.
I have to.
I can.
I will..

It's funny

You eye an enemy
And see what?
Just a person you hate
Isn't that funny?

You don't recognize them as another
You hate from a distance or in their face
It's funny.

They may not even understand why.
To them you're a random person
Coming to them with anger and hate.

It's kind of funny...
They probable see you as the villain.