All the little turning wheels

Following the dotted lines

in a rush to get to cubicles

To type on tiny keys

Is it really logical

To see a meaning in it all

Isn't it worth so much more to be leaves

Upon trees

It made me bulletproof

Seeing you so aloof

And I'm trying not to take it so **** personally

And every-time I think it's clear

And we've risen past this atmosphere

You turn around & flip the script on me

You're far from near

Choose your words carefully before you begin

Standing watching the dripping tap over an empty sink

We are a beautiful crime scene.

The young people have exalted notions, because they have not been humbled by life or learned its necessary limitations; moreover, their hopeful disposition makes them think themselves as equal to great things and that means having exalted notions.
They would always rather do noble deed than useful ones. Their lives are regulated more by moral feeling than by reasoning all their mistakes are in the direction of doing things excessively and vehemently. They overdo everything they love too much hate too much and the same with everything else. (Aristotle)**


The Hereford cattles talk quietly among themselves
The commute home on the B train was noisier than ever
The passenger beside them youth squirmed and frigid
Youth of today is selfish and only think of themselves
If you asked for a passed, they will give you a laugh
If the elderly asked for the seat, they will give it to
Their backpacks, and scream louder, old geeks

Discipline, like if it’s outdated: no structure
A lost generation without stability:
A dark history, I lay awake and wonder
How can we fix this? Problem, problem
And more problem heading their way

While in the field the Hereford cattle
talk quietly among themselves
Nursing their calf without being asked of their mothers
to cover up their babies faces:

label your house ready, this is home full of love, that

this is the bathroom, and there is a toilet. label your

life away, grumpy egg again.

force yourself up of a morning, head out in the rain.

remember you were a passenger once,

no  need to park the car.

walk strong, look at the face plain.

know that the donut will work even

with  your heathen tendencies.

sbm.

My willow tree has fresh green leaves
My neighbour's dog is rolling in my grass so happily
I do see the sunshine, sparkling
And I feel it happening

I had to do it
I had to burn myself
I know I promised
I had to break that s well

Without you
Everything is wrong
Without you
I'm sorry darling, I just can't write a happy song

My case is cracked
You've ruined me
You are the only one
With whom I want to be

Our song was short
Our words were poetry
I don't want to dance alone
Who will dance with me?

Our story isn't done
The fullstop isn't writ
Till our hair's grey and long
I am sure of it

There's to much to explore
Too much to be seen
And even if we're far
Will you still dance with me?

Our files are downloaded
There's nothing to unpack
We've come this far my dear
No way we can go back

So many things entwined
Such complexities
I'll keep it simple darling
Will you still dance with me?

Will you still dance with me?
Will you still dance with me?

I know it's all over - but i still feel perplexed
And we can't go back there - but we haven't moved onto the next
All these twists and turns, of going back to being friends
I begin to recognise the swollen tension we possess

Cause I've heard what you've said.
Been frustrated and bled
I've seen how we've cried, how burned and burned inside
And now we are tangled.
Tangled
Tangled, my friend

I have been consumed - by your freckles and eyes
I have felt the comfort - of my best friend by my side
It's so strange to feel, you, no longer next to me.
And it feels so surreal that we still talk daily and daily.

Cause I've heard what you've said.
Been frustrated and bled
I've seen how we've cried, how burned and burned inside
And now we are tangled.
Tangled
Tangled, my friend