Chaos and confusion
Can lead to disillusion

There's only one way to be
To make these eyes see

Properly

Pragmatic in the attic
a calmness and clarity

it’s the only way to be
pragmatic in the attic
To make these eyes see

Properly

Stuck my head
through a hole to the other side

The mind takes a dazzling ride

Hold on too fleeting golden memory
But
it
falls
to
the
bottom
like a dream now forgotten

Either or?
There must be more?
To explore

And of course there is
But it can make conversations a bore
Either or

Sometimes we open the door
To no longer
Either or

The door marked
No time
Everything else
Is left behind

The glue that binds
Place with no mind

The bygone collider
Tingling you're spine like a spider

Every facet of the past
Now nailed to the mast

All decision now made
Comes at a price already paid

Or

The wings of  hummingbirds
Complex patterns
Of straight lines and curves

New infinite patterns emerge
1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55
The honeycomb inside the hive

Short lives
Always left wondering
What new songs
Could they be singing?

Short lives

Smashing jail house rock
For 42 years
Released in 77
Felt like I'd died and gone to heaven

Short lives

I'm getting it on
When I stare through
My corkscrew hair

Short lives

Taken to soon
Keith first man on the moon

Short lives

27 times
Waiting for Jimi's new rhymes

Short lives

No funny games
Buddy don't fly them plains

Short lives

An old poet called Jim
Still has the occasional
Whisky or gin

Long lives
Imagine playing mind games forever?

The star's are obscured by clouds
Like curtains hiding a stage
I wait
For the play to begin

Bumbling around
To a Dire Straits sound

You're definitely not woke
With that Dad joke

From inside the shed
Beer is brewing
"Just planting some seeds"
Who's he fooling?

But
Now my eyes can see
Not
A
Caricature
It's all about
LOVE
In this role that he plays

From you're bedside
The last words spoke
Delivered to me
One last Dad joke

Now
Heart broke
Time to tell the kid's
My own Dad Joke