I often sit and think.
I remember the good times all in sync
Like the time that I travelled the Australian east coast
Or the very first time I tried vegemite toast
All of these memories that I hold so dear
Remind me that time is not something to fear
The past is the past its not something to fret
Time is not something that you should regret
So remember the way that she held her hair
And the time, that big spider gave you both a scare
But move on with your life and live not in vain
For life is a gift so dont live in pain
Forget that it hurts and that she left you in tears
And remember the time, the months, the years
All the time that she spent while you grew as a man
And taught you that life does not always go to plan
So raise up your glass and thank her for coming
Because she is the reason we now hit the ground running

It feels like all I do is work and go home
Like I exist only to act like a stone
No love or conviction is needed by me
But all that I want is to be free
Like a bird I long to be up in the clouds
High in the sky and away from the crowds
But while my two feet are planted on land
The meaning of life seems instead bland

When I smile, how do you feel?
Does your heart skip a beat
or your knees bend to kneel?
Do my eyes glisten blue each time that we meet?
Does my aroma smell oh so very sweet?
For each time that I lay my eyes upon you
My mind is tricked into not feeling blue
Like a lion your gaze stares deep in my soul
And all of a sudden you make me feel whole
Now all that I ask is you give me a chance
And take up my hand as I ask you to dance.

The raven crows hoarse ‘do or do not’
You can run but hide you cannot
For the reaper is harsh but his scythe is fair
This truth that you seek is cruel so beware
As the sun goes down and the moon doth rise
A little more of your soul that once belonged dies
But your heart does remember the warmth that once grew.
All before she said “I. don’t. love. you.”

They say the only constant in life is change;
Every thing will come and everything will go, is that not strange?
The thing that stays the same is nothing at all.
A literal intangible figment of nothingness is what calls I to stall.
A door will open, yet that same door will close, like a corridor of violent taunt beckoning “Pose!”.
Pose? Not I…
Your constant? well it simply does not apply!
The world may stretch and squeeze,
But my armour does not clink around like keys in a breeze.
I am holdfast, wise, and strong,
Whatever the world has…  ‘bring it on’.
For you know not of the might of which I possess!
I am sick of your games, checkers or chess!
Dare not send, a maidan my way
if your almighty constant dictates her not to stay!
Though my armour is thick, my heart beats slow
Everything will come and everything will go.

He walks the stage where silence weaves its snare,
Each step unsure, a mind in disrepair,
The world demands a mask he’s forced to wear,
A fleeting smile is the only wall to share.
Beneath the weight of countless selves entwined,
Thoughts wage war, a fevered mind.
One whispers soft, a dream of solace pure,
A simple hearth where peace and love endure,
Yet flames of longing tempt a quiet lure,
He yearns for heights that pierce the sky,
Yet fears the fall, the bitter echo: Why?

The mask he wears, a polished, gleaming shield,
Reflects the world, but dare not be revealed.
In crowds he laughs; in solus, peeled,
The man they praise, so steady, strong, and wise,
Is but a specter, born of his disguise.

In choice, a death; in each delay,
A hall of ghosts that plead, ‘stay’.
For path unknown, a drunken delusion.
Yet heart and soul yearn in fusion.
Thus torn, he stands, a puppet to his doubt,
And wonders what this life is all about.

No mask can heal a withheld refrain.
Desire, a restless wind, both fierce and vain,
Heart adrift on shifting tides.
Knows not what he seeks, nor what he decides,
A facade worn well but not understood.
Unknown paths make him ask what he should.