why do you keep on running
are you not yet tired
of this continuous searching
for your inner child

and once it is you find him
what then
will that bring you closer
to the position you wish you were in

will that take you to the place
that you need to be
setting you on the course
of finally being free

how many years has it been
now that you've lost count
since you've been without
your missing inner child

the wicked heart of man
keeps straddling the fence
playing to both sides
until the day it up and dies

always talking out
both sides of its mouth
quick with a compliment
while slandering the next instant

the wicked heart of man
does everything it can
to promote itself
down the pathway straight to hell

fickle as a hurricane
has no problem dropping names
likes to be in the limelight
hides its sins in the dead of night

the wicked heart of man
includes in its plans
everything it can do wrong
entices you to sing along

moves to its own beat
makes you believe it's make belief
all this because it can
...the wicked heart of man

souvenirs
hold memories
hooked on chains
clipped on keys
lovingly kept
shinny objects
hoping to
never forget
reasons why
we hold dear
the love we have
for souvenirs
hung up to dry
on our fridge
sometimes sad
it's all that's left
the memories
we collect
till there are no
souvenirs left

Certain things my dad said round me
I still remember to this day
Like when he'd ask how much is the cheese
In turn the waitress would say

Why it's only ten cents sir
Would you like to add a slice
You could see his eyes spin as the notion kicked in
I've never paid that price for a slice of cheese in my life!

Years later when I order a burger
And they ask me if I care for cheese
Just like my dad I ask with a tightening in my chest
Finding it hard to breath

Coming in at well over a dollar
I have visions of dad spinning in his grave
If he wasn't already dead this would be the camels back
That sends him on his way

I find I have time to ****
Without much thought, I probably will
No need for weapons, I'll do it my way
I'm bound to waste time in my day to day

You have to be wise with your time
You can't sneak up on it the way it does on you
It can quickly pass away before your very eyes
As you sit there surprised at how fast it flew

Just when you find you have the time
It runs away in due
You try and get on with your life
But time restraints have hold of you

I still feel I have time to ****
Maybe not now but later I will
I carry no weapons with me per say
Still bound to waste it all along the way

How many are there
I'd say a lot
Trying hard
To beat the clock
What I know
From what I'm told
There's no way
To not grow old

Globs of lotion
Piles of pills
Living high
Off endorphin thrills
Jog yourself
Around the block
Hum your mantra
Holding healing rocks

**** the fat
Or slice the knife
Two wrongs don't
Make it right
The only way
I'm afraid
Is to lie
About your age

See if this makes any sense
There're people here you can't convince
That they are wrong, and you are right
In changing minds and picking sides

They, like you are standing firm
No need to preach on lessons learned
You will surely not convince
Amongst the screams and beating chests

You can point straight to the lies
Coming from the other side
Drawing from the crowd's blank stare
Bright headlights to a dumbfounded deer

Laying out the hardened facts
Concrete walls that never crack
Not until a crisis comes
Will their eyes open up

But do you sit and save your breath
Or try your best to convince
In a world where there's a need
Blatantly convincing