My only companion all of these years,
even after all the beers,
through all of the fears,
unheard by any ears...
Has always been music.

Emotions cannot be seen as well as they are felt,
not even with acting can they be given nor dealt,
only you feel what runs through your mind...
after all the pain settles you're left blind.
Love, Hate & Fear are as essential as the breath you take.

And then there are those who cannot love,
not even if it's kind of.
Those who love to hate,
think they're great,
**The cycle repeats until you're back listening to music again.

I'm having tea with Life,
And his band of Disappointments.
They dine at my expense,
And they're a hungry bunch of guests.

Tea turned into Supper,
Where the Disappointments drank
My finest wine,
And Life wiped his cruel mouth
On my tablecloth.

You can't have supper without dessert,
So they ate up more of my
Food for thought.
And if you stay for dessert,
You may as well spend the night.
So they did
And burgled my pantry of hopes
For a midnight snack.

One night was lovely,
So Life cackled, "Why not stay two?"
And two turned to a week,
And a week turned into
My sickeningly merry guests
Moving into my dreams,
And inviting in Doubt,
To live with them too,
And of course
Pay no rent.

So I watch my chaotic household
Of a skull,
Where Life has made himself at home
And brought all of his friends.
I stare dully at my ruined
Dining room of thought,
Which they have dominated.
And look wearily for a spare idea
In my raided cupboards.

I've never been one
To evict friends,
So I suppose they're here to stay.
But learn a lesson from me,
And don't ever
Have Life over for tea.