The earth is the sky,
And like the fair blue
Expanse of the air,
So is the sea's hue.
As I swam in the deep,
Through the cool air I flew.
And the stars 'gainst the black,
Are flowers' petals and dew.

When I walk on the earth
And gaze up at the sky bare,
All I can think:
"Is up indeed, there?"
Perhaps all that I thought
Was as front as the rear.
Perhaps the sky is the earth,
And up there is down here!

But I look at the sky
As a deep rooted tree.
From down here,
Perhaps all is not easy to see.
Perspective is fleeting,
And thought is not free.
As I walk on the earth,
So the sky walks on me!

When I was still young and fresh
A million years ago
I walked on edges
Always on the edge of something
Something wild

Bright lights and long nights
Lots of laughter and music
Always music
Singing with the band
Dodging the flying glass
When fights broke out
Howling to the moon
Oh, wild indeed were we

All shadows now, alas
Visions from an addled brain
Pubs, clubs and smoky dumps
Leave no turn unstoned was the cry
More fun than fundamental
And fundamentally flawed, it was
A couple of hours sleep 'fore the day job
With eye-lids stuck together
And walking into walls
But still I wouldn't have swapped it
For all the strait laced straight faced
Wealth in the world

                                 By Phil Roberts

it does just so happen
that i very much like the sound of melancholy
and i revel in lyrics and sounds
i listen
hoping that the song will help
explain my own life to me
*and so it does

A boy called bill grew up on a farm,
So bouncy, smelly and loud,
Mum shouted over "bill clean your plate, it won't do you any harm",
She gave him some new shoes to set him a test,
let's see if they can stay clean, please do try your very best,
Bill ran outside wearing his wellies so proud, happy and sleek,
Click
Clak
Click
Clak
Horses, cows all so fluffy and cute couldn't help but take a sneak peek,
Bill hopped, skipped and leaped so high,
he thought for a moment he could fly,
As he jumped over the fence to tend to the pigs, the wooden panel broke off,
Bill could see as he slowly fell down he was landing face first in pig trough,
When he collided there was dirt everywhere,
Poor little bill looked up surprised, he had it in his face and hair,
He opened the fence not daring to leap back to his mum, woke her from sleep,
Slip
Slop
Slip
Slop
He tapped on her shoulder smelly and brown,
His mother looked curiously and began to frown,
She said "bill I told you and what did I say?",
Bill said nothing, looked down stood in the doorway,
He slowly looked up and said "ok you were right"
And bill started cleaning his plate every night.

Thinking is
Almost equivalent to
Hurting
Except that
Hurting eventually stops.
Whereas
Thinking seems
to be quite
Endless.