Time slows when the pen touches the pad.
Eternity gives me a bank of time, something I've never had.
Sand slithering and slipping through my hands.
Staring at the moment trying to get ahead, oh **** there goes my plans.

Part of a bigger picture.

I'll never fall faint to the pressure and the stricture.
Running till my heart stops.
And I reach the top.
But no I don't stop.
Return to the urn that my ashes are in.
Moving from one side to the next begin the end and begin again.
I go in circles. Back tracking everywhere I've been.

Learning and growing.
Owning and knowing.
My mistakes are plenty.
So many.
But I acknowledge the fact.
So I can make the pact.

To stand tall to that very same wall.
That stopped me before.
I'm tearing it down, but there's always more
but that's okay because eternity goes on forever
and this is war.

I run circles
Place to place
Face to face
With fear.
You're far and near
To where I just was
Pause
Think about what you're doing
Remember the sunset for viewing
Stewing and swimming in luck
Or the lack thereof
I look above
And ask for love.

The times I spent with you,
Are like times spent in magic portals,
Through which I stepped into,
To remove myself from reality,
Like a cellophane tape from paper...

And I have brought that dream
From the other side of the portal into my reality...

This reality unfortunately,
Cannot merge with the existing reality,
And therefore remains hidden from everyone,
With the exception of those,
Close enough to the bubble I have created,

To either silently notice or to be curious....

then
our granny spoke,
manners are the gate
that opens to the kingdom
where, on the chairs, sit
respect and honour.

then
our granny spoke,
manners are the rainbow
that materialises after
the heavenly grace and bliss
shower on our heads.

so we spoke,
manners are our breath,
our each step on the mat,
on the marble, our bridge
where long-lived fame stands.

we're partners in crime
(if crimes were adventures)
and we were adventurers
(if adventures were conversations)
and we shared discussions
(if discussions were love songs)
and you made me sing them
(if singing was sharing)
and all of your wisdom words and stories
(if lies were true)
and we actually met
(if i wasn't me)
and you weren't you
(if we weren't friends)
we'd be perfect