it is not me
it is the computer

i do what it tells me to
i am puppet to the master

old reality lost
we created

we control it's true
mistakes are made

not by sentient circuits
dumb humans

You have memories
to look back on,
on-this-day ago
one year, three years, five years
ago, all-your-yesterdays

fade, perhaps repressed
or once carved with care
to exhibit the best
to omit the stuff you'd rather forget
and so the sculptor shaved

keeping with the grain
until the rather-not-dwell-ons
fell before the sweep of grace,
each scrape joining
other eliminations
to be gathered up
and cast into the fireplace.

The sculptor sanded, polished
and revealed the much loved
gargoyle within
proving once again
the effectiveness
of shaving away the best
forgotten.

While I put anger aside
And try my best to be kind
Say something nice whether true or fake
But though the world would be fine
On just love and sunshine
Sometimes all you can do is hate

Boy blue and lonely girl
Warm glow, two hearts unfurl
Tide ebbs, colour sways, it sings to them ‘run away’

They found their own way
They found their own way
The dawning of a new day
At suns first Ray

Wings grow, boy flies, his big hands, gently guides
Girl lifts into the sky
Now it’s their time, their time to fly

Ride their dreams, atop the silver moon
Liquid skies, a humble tune
Hands feeling soft skin
Still lips, hearts in a spin

They found their own way
They found their own way
At suns first Ray
The lights on the bay

Hearts explode, under watchful eyes,
A fire wheel, fills the skies
The echo ends, the afterglow,
Holding tight, never letting go

They found their own way
They found their own way
Under the warmth of suns Rays
The grey fades, the colours stay

I think about you often
-more than friends should
I want to tell you everything about everything
-more than friends should
I miss you all of the time
-more than friends should
I crave your touch on my skin
-more than friends should
I dream about the sound of your voice and that wondrous laugh
-more than friends should
I desire the feeling of my head resting quietly in your lap
-more than friends should
I yearn for the next time I will be graced by your presence
-more than friends should
I love you
-far more than friends should