Inside Out

You've found everything,
there's nothing to want or need,
you've got quite a life,
but still something's incomplete.

Inside out,
that clawing feeling,
a nasty blow,
it's left me reeling.

The night's come again,
darkness pervading everywhere,
nothing to hope for,
just a long, lonely stare.

Inner most thoughts,
being hurtled around,
a pitch black phase,
full of silent sound.

Short Distance

I looked out ahead of me,
a long long way to go,
the water was all I could see,
as the energy in me began to flow.
He asked me if I could swim it all,
"It's quite easy," I said, "I should.",
he smiled and went ahead,
while I watched as I stood.

I took a deep breath and went under,
the water cold as it pierced my sides,
putting my arms out far ahead,
as I felt like a whale that glides.
Slowly I built up pace knowing
that I was feeling breathless,
I was beginning to realise that
my decision had been reckless.

Then as I was just feet away,
I was fighting against it,
as garbled shouts for help,
were forcing me to quit.
My lungs were filling with water,
every second now seemed like the last,
but I could hear them screaming out loud,
shouting out advice, sounding aghast.

Then hands caught hold of me,
my head suddenly above the level,
but I still struggled to breathe,
while my thoughts totally dishevelled.
My back was on the ground,
as the noon sun hit my eyes,
coughing loudly feeling highly nauseous,
while people instructed, being wise.

I now laugh about it,
knowing that stuff happens,
my life had almost gone that day,
then again, thanks to my friends.
I've been asked if I can really swim,
it's been some tough resistance,
but I'll tell them once and for all,
"Not long, only short distance."

What I See

I look out my window,
here's what I see,
a parrot and a sparrow,
perched upon a tree.

A child getting up,
after a nasty bike fall,
and two grown up men fighting,
having a petty brawl.

A cloud drifting slowly
across a purple sky,
a red floating kite
as though waiting for July.

A stranger chatting away,
busy on the phone,
and a vagabond sleeping
on the road all alone.

A posh car speeding away,
time is money folks,
and a passing bunch of friends,
laughing loudly, cracking jokes.

A street lamp flickering violently,
an old lady complaing about it,
and a man carrying a little child,
looking for a place to sit.

I'll see this for the rest of my days.
I love every moment that's been played.
I probably will change the things I see.
Maybe in a day's time, maybe a decade.

Curious

I've opened the box,
I've had so long to wait,
it's what I've always wanted,
and I'm hoping it'll be great.
But look what's happening,
I'm being taken captive,
there's no coming back,
no chance for me to live.

Inquisitive was I,
and it wasn't any good.
Now I tread carefully,
knowing all that I should.

Understanding curiosity,
must be so darn tough,
why else would we go for it,
knowing that the road's rough.
It might be greener there,
it might be brighter too,
but it could be a snake,
and a flame to scorch you.

Inquisitive was I,
and it wasn't any good.
Now I tread carefully,
knowing all that I should.

Tearing Pages

Tearing a page in two,
it's an odd deed indeed.
Everything that's been written,
destroyed, can't be retrieved.
Something you've tried hard for,
you strived so much to complete,
torn down to two pieces,
thrown out on the street.

It's all happening to us,
we're striving to live,
we're trying to fill our pages,
there's nothing to take or give.

It's not an empty existence,
we're surely here for a cause,
we're not going to be torn pages,
not even if we've defied the laws.
He's got it all sorted out,
lives and thoughts won't go wasted,
these are testing times for everyone,
and we're all going to be tested.

It's all happening to us,
we're striving to live,
we're trying to fill our pages,
there's nothing to take or give.

I Won't Say

There's a lot of songs
about the first dance,
there's a lot of 'em
about that first glance.
There's so much sung
about those flowing locks,
the feeling that gives
life to plain old rocks.

This time it's different,
I'm not gonna say what's true,
no I won't utter a word,
I won't say I love you.

There's so many tunes
with love as a theme,
there's so much written
about your smile that beams.
There's a furore everywhere
for songs about your kiss,
and the feeling that I get,
must be the love I miss.

This time it's different,
I'm not gonna say what's true,
no I won't utter a word,
I won't say I love you.

Laughing Out Loud

Nothing can possibly defeat,
the infectious laughter of a baby,
I saw one the other day,
thinking, "How much have I laughed lately?"
My laugh resonated once,
it made others happy.
But now my laugh has dwindled out,
leaving behind something sappy.

I want to laugh,
laugh so loud,
that they can even hear me,
sitting up in the clouds.

Stifling my laugh just because
others said so,
had become a habit that,
I didn't even know.
So I'll laugh out loud,
for everything from now on,
the baby should have someone to laugh with,
that laugh mustn't be gone.

I want to laugh,
laugh so loud,
that they can even hear me,
sitting up in the clouds.

Vague Hopes

It was dark all around,
unable to hear a single sound,
light seemed a faint memory,
and your voice, a once heard story.
There was nothing like that voice,
would make me get up and rejoice,
the peal of bells and an old guitar,
would sound like plain noise from afar.

Now I've lost my way,
a vague hope that you'll stay.
while I'm waiting for your symphony,
listening to your melody...
in my head.

I was down underground,
no love or life to be found,
head stuck with a tainted belief,
that love was still meant for me.
A gust of wind came up and said,
"Try to use your head."
I still wait with that vague hope,
clinging on to a short rope.

Now I've lost my way,
a vague hope that you'll stay.
while I'm waiting for your symphony,
listening to your melody...
in my head.

Do You Feel Laugh?

I'm standing on the edge,
there's nothing down below me,
I ready myself to jump,
though the fall will go on endlessly.
With arms outstretched, I take a leap,
nothing will hold me back,
and that's just when he wakes me up,
giving me one tight slap.

I was sleeping in his class I know,
it was wrong on my behalf.
I dunno why I start laughing then,
as he says, "Do you feel laugh?"

Perpetuality

Walking out the window,
into the blue sky,
floating across time,
only worries flying by.
There's a sun growing,
out in my yard.
I'm ready for anything,
I'm on my guard.

I'd like to see,
perpetuality,
some history,
made for me.

Singing down to earth,
right from the moon,
millions dancing,
to my tune.
Stars aren't supposed,
to be out of reach,
the line's been set,
for me to breach.

I'd like to see,
perpetuality,
some history,
made by me.

My Apologies

I lost everything,
the day I lost you,
there's nothing left in it.
My heart's gone empty,
robbed of emotions,
ever since the day we split.

I'm sorry,
I've not been the same,
nothing's been fair,
in our love laden game.

I want you back,
I need you back,
I know I do.
If only things were simple,
while life were easy,
and I'd been true to you.

I'm sorry,
I've not been the same,
nothing's been fair,
in our love laden game.

I apologise,
I still regret,
I wish I can take back my decision,
but it's tangled,
and all that's left,
is life mocking with derision.

I'm sorry,
I've not been the same,
nothing's been fair,
in our love laden game.

Nothing's Clear

Minds opening out to the world,
with motives unheard of,
a leader to lead us all,
and a lowly slave for us to scoff.
The rain keeps pouring down,
mighty pleased Fate must be,
although we're doing nothing right,
yet we're living lives of glee.

Rain and minds.
Nothing's clear these days.

Skies aren't feeling too blue,
the day's passed over again,
blues are more in the head now,
as we're emotionally strained.
I saw courage get rewarded,
I saw my name in gold,
but can I possibly rescue my mind,
before I get too old?

Skies and minds.
Nothing's clear these days.

One Full Chicken

There it was,
a lovely sight,
to fulfill all my needs that night.
There's nothing quite like
that heavenly smell,
the experience makes a story to tell.

That full chicken was all I'd need,
eating it was most pleasing indeed...

White meat can drive
one crazy sometimes,
it's a feeling that's truly truly sublime.
The beauty of a chicken
cooked in any way,
is hard for not just me, but for anyone to say.

That full chicken was all I'd need,
gobbling it up was most pleasing indeed...