Today I had thought that time could be linear
A line ever-still with us passing it by
The future is not undetermined and random
But set by the past. Now, let me tell you why

If two people were brought up in the exact same way
If there mothers, the same, and their actions, alike
The thought path and actions of the two would matched
As their genes/experiences make what they do and don't like

If their pasts were the same, their reasoning would too
Then what happens before makes what happens next
So their future is written by the past that they've had
But this can't be right. This is why I'm perplexed

I remember a day that was near ten years ago
My dad had punched through the window in rage
He came rushing upstairs to comfort his kids
As he had been in our spot when he was our age

He apologised dearly with a fist full of glass
He had never wanted to put us through that
Last year he lashed out the same in some sort
But then there was no comforting chat

No "think of the kids", no "what have you done?"
He had now lashed out and was sure deranged
It was this that broke my theory in two
I guess that time itself has changed

As I played chess today the thought of love
Went through my head as if meant to be
At first the pawns (the smiles and looks)
Begin the game that now gripped me

Next was my knight (the brave young chap,
That asked if we’d be more than friends)
I’d need the rook (to go straight to the point)
But the knight was helpful for getting round bends

The bishop (in my dreams at least,
Would wed us so we’d never part)
And the queen (most powerful by far)
Would stand beside the king’s strong heart

They all worked as one, but pieces lost
To save the queen, the pawns were slain
(The smiles, gestures all now gone)
Which then began the losing chain

The rooks destroyed (left me indirect)
And soon the knights had even passed
The strength that stayed began to crack
As the bishops killed (showed love had passed)

All that remained were the king and queen
Standing together side-by-side
What was left to be done was a “queen to H5”
And they’d live forever as husband and bride

“The love is all gone” she said as she turned
Hiding her face she said “queen to E8”
The enemy pawn (such an evil old gesture)
Took a quick step forward and announced “checkmate”

We all make mistakes
We all choose a path
But I guess mine will haunt me
As I lay in the bath

As I lay in my bed
As I ride on the bus
This mistake that I speak of
Is the mistake of us

"The way to get over one
Is to get under another"
My mistake that now haunts me
Is 'cause I didn't really love her

I was in love with the first
And then 'liked' the next
I wasn't quite sure
Now I'm truly perplexed

But as the due date approaches
She assured me "it's not yours"
Then tells me to F* off
And closes all the doors

If it's mine I'll accept it
(Though my parents will shout)
It's funny but oh how
I wish I'd pulled out

I'm not ready to father
A child on this Earth
But I guess I'll have no choice
When just after birth

The child comes out with
A darker skin tone
Than the father she claims,
But my seed has been sewn

Only time can convict me
Or clear me of rights.
But until then it will always
Haunt me at the night

But regardless, I proclaim now
That whatever comes
I'll love it if it is mine
(But I'll still hate the mum)

Would you rather start the day with a smile
And risk the chance of it getting broken?
Or would you start the day with a frown
Praying that there will be someone to fix it?

I wish I'd fought
Fought for the fort of love

You were my heroine
My heroine made from pure ******

Then you lead me to a maze
A maze made from pure maize

And when you left me I wore my greave
But the greave didn't stop my greaving

My Heart was Open
My Eyes were Closed

Your Heart stayed Closed
Your Eyes stayed Open