Climbing up the mountain
The summit to behold
No holding to this moment
Soul will not be sold

Decending has it's lessons
The journey must be made

Mind must be free
Never made a slave

Ground level is for pondering
Many holes to walk around

Hold on to something half forgotten
Strong will must be found

One day on the horizon
A mountain can be seen

A calling to the summit, and everything
In-between.

Started with toys
They ment so much to me
Through the shop window
Wonderful things to see.

Then one day
I gave them all away.

Love of music
What a pleasant way to be,
Vinyl, cassette, cd's
Ment everything to me.

Then one day
I gave them all away.

Now no trinkets, but eyes see clear and far
Mind free to fly on the day I gave it all away.

Forgetting and remembering
What's that song we used to sing?

When we talk old friend
The missing bits are made a mend.

Let there be darkness
helping us all to see

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of Grey


There could be a call
that wakes us from our sleep
helping us all to see

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of Grey

Everyday I put a moment away
believing this to be true
and as I try to think
through the swirling of the ink
something's surrounding me

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of Grey

There could be a thought
that could change everything
gaining us
strength to see

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of Grey

If I loose my way
through twisting of the day
colours fading away
I know all's not lost
as I start to see

The light in the night
and the darkness in the day
not just one shade of grey
not just one shade of grey

What's happening in the world
Is happening to you.

Edgar Allen Poe
Fibonacci and golden ratio.

What's happening in the world
Is happening to me
Be careful where I look and
what I see.

You looked inside the bag
.
Containing alternative masks
.
You delved deep inside
.
Choice made
.
But all that came out
Was
The
Usual
You

Thoughts set in concrete, must be a bore
To know what is in store
Kills creative thinking
Change my mind between blinking.