to capture a moment, an eon, an age.
Dust down the cliches that I use all the time
where lonely is blue and moon and June rhyme.
Then put them all back like they’re old friends
though all they provide is a means to an end.
You see the less time I think means the less time I feel
and the least time doing that means the more I can heal
From the pain and the hurt that engulfs me each day
through each quiet moment despite what I say.
There are times when I wonder if some folks I should ask
are you feeling like me behind your happy mask?
It is hardly surprising I keep this to myself
for there’s stuff not worth sharing with that somebody else.
See the minute I speak you close up your ears
pretending you’ve heard all I’ve said down the years.
But I can see through you, it’s a little known fact
that the life that you lead is simply an act.
For life isn’t complex, it’s true that it’s strange,
we are each given puzzles that we must rearrange.
And when pieces don’t fit we can howl, we can cry,
stare at the stars or ask ourselves why.
Why did this all happen? How did this come about?
It’s just choices we make when we’re starting out.