I love the anonymity
of trains.
Hudreds of people travelling
in the same metal tube.
All trying to reach their destination
Going about their lives
In the busy hustle of the 9-5.
No one caring who is around them
Some dreaming away the journey
Others meeting deadlines,
Or lost in a world of music.
I just like to sit and oserve the herd.
I spot the broken people,
The happy couples,
The business types,
The nuclear families.
I wonder do I register on any radar.
I love the opportunity
That comes with
Anonymity.

The inevitible certainty,
The unfathomable truth of it.
The end, the complete finallity,
We can never understand,
When it occurs it is too late.

Death. We can never know it.
But it is the one complete certainty we have.
I could be hit by a bus today,
Or fall under a train tomorrow.
Or maybe it will be decades away
In my bed surrounded by my family
And I will follow my dreams into the darkness.

When your end comes,
When you can feel the life draining from you,
When you look back on your life
Will it be a life you're proud of?
Did you live your dreams?

And what of those left behind?
What will they say of you?
Is it really death that terrifies us
The finallity, the unknown,
Or is it the regrets we may have,
The reality of the life we lived.

I am my harshest critic,
And I dissapoint myself everyday.
But you never judge me,
You love me regardless.
And maybe I won't get a job with a desk,
Maybe I won't have holidays abroad,
Or a marriage and a house.
Maybe it will always be me,
And always you.
But I can throw this ball
I can do it all day.
'cause maybe I can't make myself happy,
But I can make you happy.
And you always cheer me up.
You're my Buddy.

I can be the one you let inside your heart,
For I will not leave you, I will not depart
I will hold you close to me as we watch the day go by,
I can stop that tear, that wells up in your eye,
I can pull that smile up from deep within your heart,
For I will not leave you, I will not depart.

I will be the one who’s there to hold your hand,
Who’s there to pick you up when you feel you cannot stand,
I will be the one who guards you through the night,
Until the sun comes again and we bathe in its warm light,
I will be the one to always make you smile,
When you have given up and life’s not worth the while,
And I will spend my dying breath whispering your name,
‘cause love is for the memories and life is just a game.

Drown your feelings,
And strangle your sorrows,
For today is today,
And tomorrow’s tomorrow.

Push it further,
And further still,
I can’t take much more,
It’s making me ill.

Why am I like this?
A pathetic creature of woe,
Where can I run?
There’s nowhere left to go.

They were plowing the fields today,
It was a relief to see,
They tilled and plowed and fertilised,
And now they are soft brown carpets
Awaiting seeds.

They plowed the fields today,
Just as I plowed my heart.
Now we are both ready for seeding.
I plant you in my heart as they plant the corn.
Soon there shall be seedlings,
Then sprouts and shoots shall follow,
If all goes well we shall reap a healthy harvest.

I wonder will the sun shine bright enough?
Will the rain fall well enough?
Will the world be kind enough,
For these tiny shoots to grow.
And I wonder will these seeds of ours
Root themselves deep within our hearts.
Will this love grow strong?

They reaped the harvest today.
A strong harvest.
I watched them 'til sundown.
Alone.
My heart is a field whose crop hasn't grown.
Maybe next year I'll leave it to fallow.