He  stays  with  us  in  winter  storms
And  when  the  garden's  bleak
He  hops  around  in  sleet  and  hail
Appearing  pale  and  weak.

But  once  the  days  begin  to  lengthen
And  the  worst  of  winter's  gone
He  perches  high  up  in  a  tree
And  begins  his  joyful  song.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Heres to you
The heartbreaker
You rip me up and pin me down
Then you leave me
And come back around
You play a game
That i would love to quit
But you always say
That i have to commit

Dear heartbreaker
What have i done
That i deserve this
While you're long gone
Dont you love me
Like you used to
I dont know
What you will do
You. You heartbreaker, you

I feel numb from the nonsense that this life contains.
I hold on to the innocence within me that still remains.
It seems as though everybody is in such a hurry.
The rule of everyone's day is unrelenting worry.

That is not the way things are supposed to be.
Just look into your heart to set yourself free.
Just look at wht's around you that is all you need.
To want anything more would be knee deep in greed.

The way to true happiness is so plain and simple.
It makes these present times as annoying as a pimple.
Please take me somewhere where things are more real.
And there is no pressure for me to fight to feel.

I wasn't born yesterday and I know the world's ways.
Everybody is in for themselves in this pensive haze.
But I will keep my head up and look forward with zeal.
And from this moment on I will not have to fight to feel.

City lights sparkle,
A concrete jungle on fire,
A stunned full moon.