She followed the wind as she sang into the night,
A lullaby for all the children sleeping wrapped up tight,
A song to soothe a thousand souls,
Upon the breast to enliven a thousand goals.
The joyful and saddening songs of the night,
Passed between ruby lips - a joyful sight.

Her heart burning with passion,
Her eyes a glow,
She started up humbly, coarse and low,
A story of a young girl turned old,
Up in Scotland, starting her journey through the cold,
Caledonia, it's title my sweethearts, you will see,
My song, forged from experience and joyful glee.

It's ten forty five, 31st December,
And I find myself watching the clock,
With champagne almost gone,
The night full of hope for a better tomorrow,
I find myself thinking about my book,
Hoping to get published,
One day,
we'll see what the editors say.

As the New Year countdown starts,
I find myself watching the clock,
Will I find a brighter tomorrow?
Or just another year of the same,
In that case I've only got myself to blame.

How do I feel?
I’m feeling, a bit overwhelmed, I don’t have my friend anymore,
I’ll be honest, my cuddle buddy has left me and now I’m relaying on tea
A poor substitution,
Or is it my saving grace? Am I too far gone?
I’m not even going to mention its name,
I can’t look at it, for fear of feeling a craving,
Am I scared of a cigarette packet or myself?
Will I make it through even one day of abstinence?
My heart replies no, my mind screams ‘you’ve got to…
This can’t be your life, the weight crushing you each and every day,
But you pretend you’re ok with it’.
It’s like nothing I had ever encountered before,
I remember trying a cigarette years ago,
In uni, andhated the bitter taste,
How can someone somehow get used to the taste,
And enjoy it? Addiction is a powerful thing,
I need to go one day without it, that’s my goal,
Then count the days and forget about it once I’m over it.
I wish I could just go back to high school and live my life over,
I’d be happier and would not have made the same mistakes,
I never would have become a smoker.
I am a wannabe nonsmoker.
Doubts cloud my mind, can I unravel my subconscious,
Deal with my demons and not give in?
What will it be like to be a reformed smoker?
Absolute bliss I think, and I can spoil myself with chocolate.

I saw her in the bushes,
A fairy, golden and giggling at me,
She whispered 'follow me',
'I have a secret world to show you you see',

We walked to a secret oak,
I was mesmerised everytime she spoke,
We journeyed down the path,
And found the fairies hiding place,
There was about twenty, glowing and full of grace.
Now you've seen us you can never leave,
For others wouldn't believe.
'My name's Anabelle and this is Steve'. :)
The two fairies danced in celebration,
'Welcome to our world.'

Where am I going?
At this rate, nowhere,
Who do I want to become?
No idea,
Do I want to be a youth worker,
Or do I want to work in mental health,
It's a tough choice, I just don't know.
Researching course after course,
Just hoping one idea will stand out amongst the others,
What will I do?
I don't have a clue.