Some days are sunshine
Some days are stone
Some days it hurts more,
Right down to the bone.

Write on,
Right into the night, whether
Right or left, whether
Right or wrong, it's your
Right to do it, and you're
Right to do it, so never fear, just
Write on.

I feel for those who envy;
I envy those who feel.

Every breath
Is a new opportunity
It's never too late
To save yourself.

Down over the horizon he went,
And her eyes followed.
To want lost people to return,
To want lost things to be found,
Is to wish to be the centre of the universe,
A point to which each falls back,
Its energy spent.

I hate the world,
I protest it,
But I cannot bring myself
To stop living in it.

The mind cannot live for me, that is the mistake I made.
It cannot be easy, because it is not supposed to be.
It cannot be complicated, because it is not supposed to be.
It is supposed to be simple and hard.

On the back of the beast,
Being tossed around,
Finding the right moment to strike,
To still it,
To save
My world.

Before you can free yourself,
You must first see your prison,
Learn its shape and size.
The way out is easy, a
Hole in the wall; but
You won't make it through
If you don't open your eyes.

I thought I was
Writing a story
About a lost kid,
But really I'm just
Writing along to
Find out
What he does next.

The cure
Is to remind yourself
That other people exist,
That it is your
View of the
World which is
Warped, and not
Reality itself.

People think they're talking to me
And getting through
And making sense.
How funny!
Even I can't always talk to me ...

What did you find there,
High up on the mountain,
Was it golden treasure?
Or merely corpses?

How do you live
In a broken world
And not talk about
How broken it is?

Bored, listless, waiting
I drag myself through the day
A miracle comes

Have you seen my arm?
I lost it on the highway;
Someone borrowed it.

I keep willing the end
Before I start;
Is it any wonder then
That I accomplish nothing?

Are we supposed to be happy
Or to do the right thing?
Surely we can do both ...
Which means
Surely I can do better.

Rage, and Fight, and
Bare your feelings, and
Write.

If it's never too late,
Is it sometimes
A little late?

How do you tell
The difference?

Well, I can't just
**** myself;
What would
My parents think?!

Come on over here,
Stay with me a bit longer,
Wait for the world's end

in those days
I could not tell
the One
from the
Other