time was, darlin'

when we wrote stories

and poems

whiled away our days

it was simple

quite innocent

not too painful

and now

we don't create

beauty, where did you go

with the perfectly crafted

expression of feelings

we write our frustration

our mistakes

nothing flows

life jerks and jars

from day to day

lurching somewhere

hardly under control


make it change

well it can

just have to decide

gun-to-the-head time

get it

want it

you can do it


i can

you can

we all can

just decide

1st May 2008