No one knows the real you
Because that person is forever in your head

Winds ever shifting -
dark on into light
   This feeling won't be lifting,
no! No, not this night.

   Winds ever shifting -
this..this can't be right
   My mind won't stop drifting -
it'll last forever, won't it?
   This Godforsaken flight.

Life is a whirlwind of emotions
and you are my shelter from the storm

You know,
You can answer
your messages
If you care
   -like you said you do-
Or leave me alone
forever
Thanks.

One time I was asked “are you better yet”
I just stared at them
But really I wanted to yell
And tell them mental health issues are not temporary

MY SONG
BY GARY EDWARD ALLEN
My Song

In this land of smoke and mirrors
Must forever fight back my tears
Dreamed I faced the fires of Hell
But I survived with my story to tell
You are the one that keeps me sane
Can you take away all of my pain

Chorus: Help my dreams turn to gold
Make my story the best ever told

You make me feel that I belong
In this world we must be strong
Life is an endless roller coaster ride
But I am strong with you by my side
Hope you will always be my friend
May our days of glory never end
Take me back to the days of youth
For you are my heart and my truth
Don't let the rain come down on me
In this constant struggle to remain free

Chorus: Help
Help my dreams turn to gold
Make my story the best ever told

Please don't ever leave me all alone
Pick me up and drive me home
My life seems one constant prayer
When I need you say you'll be there
The radio keeps playing a sad song
In your truest heart is where I belong
Open my tired eyes to all life's glory
Bringing a happy ending to my story

Chorus: Help my dreams turn to gold
Make my story the best ever told

By Gary Edward Allen 2021

These orchids are yours, and with them, all colours known to earthly sight.

They shall prove rigid, ever blocking Time's course, professing eternity their right.

Roses express my affections well; blooming amidst the warmth of Summer, fed to satisfaction by the dew of your lips . . . yet they shall wither.

Then dry dust shall be my affections' well; blooming Lycoris Radiata legions advancing amidst the warmth of Death's banner . . . Towards our love's ellipse . . .

YET -

These orchids are yours, and with them, the multi-folded papers from which their fibres and petals are equally composed. These are humble gifts, but were they to boast: "We orchids offer to thine love, an eternity; an assurance of perpetuity, by toast."