the space in between

another dream falls short

I wonder, has life really taught, 

me anything, any single thing

                                                     to feel the sting

of disappointment, 

                                   time and time again

to wonder
                                                       when, just when just when
          you'll ever make it through

whether you'll find the courage
to renew
all intentions
to find new meaning
free from pretension

another dream falls short

this time, a dream I fought

so hard to make a reality

the space between

fiction and actuality

is gaping, 

the space-

it's making

me wonder why

I ever bothered 

another dream falls short 

no matter

I always sought

to be free

                  from dreams

-peace, maybe it lies 

in the space in between-

you are loved

september already

not another goodbye

so I keep my distance 

at least I try

to keep my heart

from breaking

at least I try 

to stop myself hating

you for leaving

for leaving, for leaving

you're gone now

just like the rest

one less

soul to keep me sane

one less

soul to help me gain

clarity in unity

(im)punity

so I'll go to that hostel alone

and I'll watch the stars shine 

and listen to the sea waves roll

stay close to God

you said, pray for me

I'll pray for you too

meow, you said

know that you are

very loved

know that you are

very loved

the words ring in my mind

know that you are

very loved

what about my cat?

three beautiful little boys

brothers, with curly hair

dimples and an air

of care

                  free, three
                                                      beautiful little boys

their smiles brought about joy

                  pure and simple          
                                      each a symbol
of all things right
in the world,
                                      it was almost like
 their smiles eluded peace
I said 'where are you kids from?'
(perhaps somewhere in the middle east?)

they pointed upwards 'that estate' 

and also palestine

we're from palestine, 

said the eldest, 

                    he looked about nine

                                                palestine, 

I frowned

               and he looked down
his brother then said

they're blowing up home

boom boom boom!

              my cat got left behind

but we'll pick him up soon soon soon
my aunts looking after it

            but she's half blind

we're from palestine

and so is our cat

         they're blowing up home

                    they're blowing up home

boom boom boom

soon soon soon
we'll pick up our cat
(we'll pick up the pieces)

they ran off then

to play football

with the others

boom boom boom
                 ssshhhhhhhhhhh
soon soon soon
(we'll pick up the pieces)

yaadein

i'll come round

to your yard girl

i'll let you know

next time i go

to the secret garden 

in springfield

we can listen to 

woh lamhe

woh lamhe

woh bheegi bheegi yaadein

liberation

then maybe liberation

lies in realising 

that it really don't matter

nah it really won't matter

then maybe liberation

lies in knowing

that its the former 

not the latter

where needs lie

so you don't hafta try

to get by

                        just float

for the end is neigh

the end is neigh

raining in niagara

hiding behind a lens
the last few months spence,
you've been more of a friend
to me than anyone I know
spence in so many ways
you've helped me to grow
better, stronger
braver
I long for
us to stay friends
forever-----------------
the qualities you possess
are nothing less
than beautiful///////////
patience emblazoned
with a nervous calm
so I wonder, can't you just
stay here
for I'll miss you so much
I'll miss you so much
I'll miss our adventures, spencer
I'll miss
traipsing around
in storms,
I'll miss
all our sketchy places
distracting     from the sketchy dark spaces
that lie within us
you know what I'm talking about
spence you know
what it's like
life
ink and light
hands across the sea
connected we'll always be

girl, how do I say goodbye?
I die 

a little every time
the rain is falling
in niagara tonight
xx

explore and restore

exploring

restoring

hope

the places i go

they be so dope

that the mind expands

facts cram

fiction together

and dreams 

become string

tying in truth

exploring 

restoring

hope

what i got

you looked so beautiful

at the wedding

the niazi wedding

one of ours

i was there floating

smudged eye liner

a fuzzy mind

a new sister in law

i had to remind

myself, that i was there

not in a dream

lately I've been 

living in a dream

with nepalese music

clouds a discoloured cream

I lost my life

I lost myself

I traded it in

and there you looked beautiful

you brought me back to earth
girl, I kept bumping into your twin

hers eyes sad but filled with mirth

she told me i used to be so much fun

she asked me why I changed

why I had no phone

I bit my tongue, I refrained

from saying a thing

she said i had the perfect life

she said i have the perfect life

she said I had the perfect life

was she right

is that what I got?

impermanance

what was true then

is now just something 

                   intangible             unreal

how fleeting

these feelings

we claim to possess

maybe by meeting 

less             and         less

souls

we'll understand

that we met no one

in particular

we were met with nothing

                            be not bitter

for impermanence

is of this world

(a self fulfilling prophecy)

you spoke

you spoke

in a manner

so business like

i thought the cracks 

in your voice might

give way

and a crater would form, 

you would be unable to say

a single thing

then you would be left

you would be left

with nothing

but non language

emotions

you don't have

give it up, giving them up

you just can't stay away

can you sy

don't matter how hard you try

your friends

they're just always around

making you smile and laugh

at things so crazy and daft

they make you feel

less lost and more found

less mental and more sound

less broken

more outspoken

more you

so quit trying to drive

them away

love to you guys

                                    proper

please leave a message after the tone

listen 

i'm taking some time out

for me

i'm learning to say no

to see

if it'll make a difference

so don't ask me

to come out

don't ask me to stay out

don't ask me

to help you get your shit together

when I can't decipher whether

or not i'm living

I need to take some time out 

for me

to be free

and if you really cared

you'd respect that

veneer

you always look 

so dark and broody

so lost in thought

it's hugely

disconcerting

watching the shadows

flit across your face

each half thought

a wish to trace

the lines of worry

so unearthly

to take away the pain 

you feel, to watch you heal

and to heal in the process

you always look

so troubled and wounded

lucid 

              translucent

i can see 

                         through
your see-through
veneer

dim light, something

mum i saw you 

floating up the road

like a mystic phantom

a dream, deeply sad and 

more than random

sometimes I can't stand them

dreams

they don't count

do they mum, 

but then you were real

I knew you were real

when you  took me in your arms

when you took me in your arms

a calm, 

washed over me then

and I could have stayed there forever

                    embracing

mother i'm still chasing 

shadows, 

guide me to the light

i pray that I might

                     be like you

                            many years later

she came to realise

                       many years later

she came to realise                                          

many years later

                               the streetlights

grew dim

vague as anything

..to be taken (a)back

           to a forgotten time

                                     life is but a fine

 chiselled down dream

                                                  vague as anything....

The Fear

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6IAm5xyAfc

slipping away

forever slipping away

your messages

your messages they relay

                        so much

more than you do

Busan, Niagra, Istanbul

and then

every corner of here

a rip, a tear           

separation,

                                     desperate desperation,

for time  

                         if only we had the time

to really stay connected

once upon a time

 a stray message resurrected

a friendship 

              dead and gone
                               overdrawn        
slipping away 

forever slipping away

maybe in another world
your voice will relay
more than your stray messages

backpack life and piety

backpack life

I travel light

within my bag

lies

the sum

of all I posses

scriptures

some clothes

where I'll end up

who knows

and so I ask 

can I stay over tonight?

and girl you say

sure, of course

you know you don't hafta ask

and at night
at night we have a laugh

on the swings by your estate

and I'm humbled by your state

of pure piety

and I can see

I've fallen 

and there on another hill

northala, we could still

chat like we used to

on the hills of northola

we're older

so much older
but still so young
and so you make me pray

I make you say

you'll make me good

make me better

and so we recite surahs

 at dawn, late at night

cameroon girl

back then you changed my life

and who would have imagined

all these years later

we'd end up here

you and I

sam and sy

here I am

still living a backpack life

hood rat
get it back
                      real faith

safari cinema

gold light

streaming in through

the gaps

in the tall tree tops

diffusing

 hundreds of splinters of gold

the light of a star, starlight

safari cinema

the wild animals bite

steel pans

        the lion roars

                                              a sweet

cruel melody

stories of place

ten thousand stories

ten thousand places

all in this city

it's a pity

no one wants to know

stranger free

people together

i see them everywhere

i go, but i go alone

often, even when I don't

start out that way

I end up by some lake

some reservoir

some woods, the boulevard

the hood

yeah, I end up alone

a lone ranger

a wayfaring stranger

you know this 

you know this

and this is where freedom lies

adult world

when did that happen

                             growth

when did that happen

         

            adult things to say

uneasy

like

should I lend you money 

                      for the rent

like

you'll make a good mum

                                 are you really 

                going to be a mum

unable to process

six months 

and things like

are you going to get a divorce

did he relapse

did she force

             you to say yes

adult things to say

and they 

come out so (un)natural

like sure, I'll baby sit

sure, I can skip

the next few years

meet someone?

get married?

           nah, I don't know about that

I don't know about stuff like that

marriage and kids

careers and shit

nahh, he was right
                        I'm just a kid

just a kid exploring 

sometimes adoring

all that surrounds

what do I know

    about adult things to say....

 not much, I'll tell you that

vespas and vinyls

the air was thick 

                       with regret

girl, you and I

where did it go

six months

our helmets, vespa's, vinyls

and now all that's left

is an air, thick with regret

I wish I met 

         you sooner

maybe in another life

sy-deffects

sy-deffects

of living life

twenty four seven

you stop living

twenty four seven

five plus eleven

sy-deffects include

slow reactions

delayed processing

quietude

brain fog

head pain

itching 

sneezing

a racing heart

and thoughts that dart

from one thing to another

sy-deffects include

apathy, and an allergy

to continuity

sy-deffects

side effects

sigh deflects

will you not miss it?

street kid

hood rat

are you happy

wandering

will you not miss it

the freedom

of midnights and dawns

spent alone

                                    in lahore 

will you not miss it

your lone adventures

shared ones too,
will you not miss them
your friends

your life

will you not miss it

the way the heavy rain falls
on your short tangled mess of a hair
by canals where none walk
will you not miss
the heavy rain,
the white light
the stationary boats
and a smile across your face

freedom
will you not miss it
a wonder around a temple
beside ruins
under rainbows, on top of hills
sometimes so still
in prayer

will you not miss it

the weeks
that feel like lifetimes
will you not miss it
the busy streets and open skies
calling people up
asking if you can go over
stay over
wait, laugh till it hurts
unrooted
with no inhibitions,

will you not miss it
hood rat
street kid

will you not miss it?
will you not miss it?

side walk of life

your poems, 

they compensate 

for feelings you don't have

you said 

where did your heart go?

numb, you're numb 

and so you write to become

feeling, 

midnight travelling bum

you're nowhere in particular

you feel nothing

but sometimes sadness

when the phone keeps ringing

ring ring ring ring

and no one picks up

but sometime sadness

when you come home 

and there's no one around

but sometimes sadness 

when your looking at the lake 

and experience an ache 

in the crux of your being

your soul, your soul, your soul

but sometimes happiness

a hug, a pat on the head

kind words, certain memories

ten thousand unplanned adventures

with friends from everywhere

but happiness sometimes

when you're on the road

wondering alone

up the side walks of life

and it's beautiful

and magical

too deep to speak of

too free, too free, too free

and coming together

with your true self

being your true self

secret garden, gone

secret Japanese garden

uprooted, a heap of compost

a pile of rubble

secret Japanese garden

gone, gone, gone

symbolic of all that went

wrong wrong wrong

there there there

(no-thing is for-ever)

living and forgetting

and after a time

of waiting and forgetting

of forgetting and waiting

just like that

you came back into my life

and you brought with you

renewed dreams

never to become material

always to remain arial 

on a rooftop, faraway 

fuzzy and uncertain

fast fading, draw the curtain

on a vision long gone

but we know

you and i

and i can live in dreams

or at least I can try

for your the only one

i have left

her perfect world

in my perfect world

she said

she said we'd wear whatever

but we wouldn't wear masks

we would be ourselves

nobody would have to ask

we could talk openly

with our mouths full of food

we wouldn't care, 

there would be no such thing as rude

we'd live free

we'd live happy

we'd just live

in my perfect world

we'd just live

she said

what more can I ask?

there in that courtyard

of the hospital

in the quiet

in quiet parallels

fear fades and hope swells

there in that courtyard

walls, all scarred

with

the empty screams

peeling paint

the shadow leans

 and a soul faints

but screw it 

I thought

and went over to yours

and we watched ragged men

sing songs of lahore

you phillipino, girl

half indian

me, somewhere else

both happy then

I know happiness

and its that

singing with you

speaking to toku

wandering in the rain

by the fallow deer

wondering with no care

in the world, no commitments 

no worries, going slow, in no hurry 

no care, I flare

up in there

and so I don't care

if it goes away

as long as my feet can still carry me

and I can laugh with you

friend, 

what more can I ask for?

write to him sy

write to him

write to him

if you're feeling alone

just imagine how he's feeling

in that concrete box

on the other side of the world

she said to me

write to him

he's becoming a mute

blood is thicker than water

be it dilute

be a friend to him

reclaim your lost comrade

write to him

you'll be so glad
when you do
write to him
write to him

frayed rims

lets meet

in the back ends

of east street

by the ledge by the river

with the mosquitoes

                          that dither

at twilight

lets meet again

lets meet again

some place

                                 some day

lets never let hope

entirely fray    
lets meet again
in that field rumi spoke of
some place
some day  

lets meet again       

cut roots

cut ma hair again

short and uneven

why did i cut it

i had no reason

perhaps it was

a tiny deletion

or an attempt

-----------to let go 

of all things rooted

hold on

there amidst the chanting

so enchanting

amongst the laughing

I was there crying

the knots began untying

the rope came loose

then an angel 

but then an angel 

but then an angel

spoke unto me

in the night

so cold, the storm

raging, 

the light

had gone out

and it took

another time, for time

to forgive

the other time

--------------------hold on

                 the angel said

days colours faze

night

by the waters 

in the courtyard

the reflections so bright

the shadows of stone so like

beautiful and out of this world

the screens and screens

the jars of tea 

in the tunnel

the secret tunnel place

a roof terrace 

east street

the flitting train

the rain 

in the peace garden

waging war with flowers

stoic and ardent

dampened by the grey victorian sky

the polish place

in the crummy centre

midnight
another street

another mosque

the pool

the moss

her and her and her and her

souls that spur

souls on

-just another week-

overboard, bored though

you got

10,000 ins

but even so

you know

its real tough to begin

to begin to begin

to start over

to throw the

whole load

overboard

-----------everything

sparrow death

in the crematorium chapel 

she cries quietly
in the crematorium chapel

he watches on mildly

afraid 

afraid of her tears
afraid of her tears

silently he prepares

to say the right words

but she stays rooted

there on that pew

she stays rooted
she cries for a few

hundred thousand moments

she cries for her loss,
                    for his ashes

she cries for her loss,
                               but then she catches

                                  the eye of a sparrow

his eye is on the sparrow

he whispers

his eye is on the sparrow
                human knowing
 is far too narrow

so take comfort
in knowing
                                     that you are free
upon hearing his words she
slowly rose

his eye is on the sparrow

should i stay or should I go

midnight boats

ghost

             lights

neon reflections

in the water

the wind howled

and I've been here before

just a thought

I've been here before

back then I sought

to never be here

but here I am again

alone and cold

weary and old

unable to hold 

onto the light

unable to fight 

off ----- darkness

nightmares

old fears, 

                     should I just

book a one way ticket

to the moon?

I wonder, 

                is it too soon

....to go far far away again....

nomad dream

lately,
I been thinking about you a lot
I been thinking about mongolia
                                  I wish we gave it a shot
I been thinking about the river
                                 that night
a hill, the moon was so bright
I been thinking about
                                 our long conversations
the constellations
                       above our heads,
              the field of cows,
                                  the things you said
and just

                                   stuff
     you know I meet enough
people, but none like you

I miss you

frozen icicles

a dream

     of icicles

and niagra

                                                  of times gone by

treadmill

life 

             its kinda like

being on a treadmill

running and running

speeding and slowing

but essentially 

getting nowhere

stop and stare

like a stowaway

go away

                        throw away

your numbers

accidental

 but on purpose

if only-------------- it was known before

twenty four, 

I been here before

stowaway

on buses at night

looking at the neon lights

watching the jews with tall hats

long coats all black

altogether

dreaming of forever

of zion, 

in the distance the lion

roars, 

pause

the greek music plays

it takes me to another place

but where.....

but                 where.....

          but       where...

blue tuesday

blue tuesday

dejevu

I looked up to

the pool reflections

I prayed to you

in the mosque again

I was thinking 

                 I have a long way to go

don't I?

I was thinking

just a few dozen thoughts

floating backwards

life has taught

                     me nothing

somewhere else

monday blues

a sickness runs through

too vague to speak of

but then after work

I ran for miles

I swam

I found home

the mosque at night

the full moon so bright

He is with me

                          tears streamed

my heart seemed

at peace

justtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

four midnights      

                            in a row in a row  in a row

five hundred chances

the distance               

                      you still have to go to go to go

the bridges 

                   you still have to cross, to cross, to cross

and you're at loss

because it's fading

like a mirage

              your visage

and communication

                               comes hard

harder than hard

but sometimes its

easier smoking

                                     and joking

and choking

                      on a memory

                         a thought unvoiced

tracing patterns

in the void

in the tibetan peace garden

                        beat the lows

all for show

                              but the show got cancelled

so many years ago

move on 

----------------------------------switch continents

there ain't nothing here for you

dangerous signs

signs 

dangerous signs

everywhere

like dogs running free

in the industrial estate

like penalty for begging 

200 pounds

like way out

upside down

signs

dangerous signs
everywhere

old habits

old habits die hard

dreaming on buses

late at night so far

from home

so far from home

to roam

to think a thought

both

equally unlikely to happen

equally unlikely

to happen

just a thought

there (nearly there)

clarity

because i'm nearly there

because i'm so close I swear

I'm so close

because this is as good

as it gets

my dreams, they let

me go there, to that place

because this as good 

as it gets

so near

two years

of this, a breeze

swimming

at ease

running

oh god please

let this feeling

last forever

let me not

throw my cap 

onto the ground

like that beautiful little jewish boy

with two curls in his hair

let me not stomp my feet

rather may I lift my arms up in the air

and run and run and run

and run and run and run

and swim and swim and swim

till I get there

let me not drown

let me get to my destination

two more years

but here

I'm nearly there

there is here

you're already there

nearly

keep going

dem folks

is it

is that what your about

posting

boasting

supposing

the world ends tomorrow

would it matter

wake up 

before they shatter

the windows

surrounding your dream

it was never about that for me

you know it

you know

it
it was never about that                            

like fools

in a single week

angel twice in a row

carving out Neanderthals

angel twice in a row 

carving out Neanderthals

at night, at night

on the shore

in the sand

at night at night

madness galore

sketching Neanderthals

in some cafe

at twilight twilight

sitting listening

wondering what to say

in the Indian YMCA

by danbury street canal

honeywood museum

and various schools

in a single week

in a single week

in a single week

close

you hugged me so tight

you almost crushed all my bones

girl, i had a feeling you might

be all on your own

like then like then like then 

all men all men all men

are they the same?

i miss you i miss you i miss you

you hugged me so tight

you said you never wanted to let go

girl you said let's go

some where, 

you almost crushed all my bones

you're with child

you're with child

a flashback

a dream

a flashback

there you were

its too late to backtrack

i heard

you went to the mountains

i heard

you went to the mountains

you went to the mountains

alone

i heard 

you went to the mountains

-so out of reach and hollow through-

you went to the mountains

to renew

spirits, did you not?

are we not

one and the same

proclaim

on top of a mountain

life is not real

on top of a mountain

the sunrise, did it heal?

did you find God

parallels/////

did you watch
particles, stars, constellations

                                                soon to collide
                                                                            

who knows

maybe you'll find me
one day, in His remembrance

(the peace that you feel is real life)

solitude in mosques

there, 

lying on a carpet

of a mosque

flashbacks

to the holy land

where I lost

my mind, 

floating-------------

as ever

two years

------------whatever

i'll be so far away

from here

that here

won't matter

no 

here won't matter

red zone

what you doing here

errr yeah

i live upstairs

in the red zone

s'why you'll find me 

often lurking here alone

I sleep in paleo

and dream in the earth gallery
I reside in a fallacy
created by a mind
          not mine
and most days you'll find
----------me in unlikely places. 

carries messages, nerves and cells

the inherent 

emptiness of the human condition

you know it well 

you said you would tell

me all about it

ten thousand souls you left hanging

gates crash---- a mighty clanging

resounding

cold and metallic

then one day

you look through your pockets

only to find

torn numbers and broken lockets

half-names and tasks incomplete

promises obsolete

for there is

nothingness, but You

but You, but You Lord

                         my vein is missing

my jugular vein is no more

and so everything is nothing

inessential

when the gloom

is so thick

the moon so slick

and silver

and invisible

and solitude is

all encompassing

and there's only i

the sky is only sky

clouds with nothing beyond

nothing below

nothing above

and i is nothingness

nothingness to love

just letters

that came to pass

that never last

so why do we care

               so why do we bare

the inessential

fine hawk

trapped in a mirror                         

within a dream

don't wanna wake

                                            cos that'll only mean

I'm outta time 

                I'm outta time

                                I walked on blue

I treaded across a fine 

and flimsy sheet of chalk

from above a hawk

stared

                                 its beady beady eyes

dark, imploring demise

                      came unto me

sunrise

a crystal carpet of iridescent

                         ice

                     the fading moonrise

the dawn break

               the violent swans

the steam above the lake

              the worthy pines

the wooden spines

and a single thought

and a single                     thought

it came to pass

self-destructive 

                             child

why do you go so 

                                     wild

often

                   so mild

wholly riled 

                     and extreme

                                        you whisper

you scream

                   death come unto me!

death came to see

                   

                                        you weren't joking

and by then it was too late

was it not too late?

and then it came to pass

here be

here be

here be peace

here be east

and west 

the meeting point

the junction

here lies
                    your soul
your sole
broken
presumption       

and it came to pass

and it came to pass

no going back 

here be 

everything you are

everything you were

the sum of it all

you've come far

but further is closer

and closer is on the horizon

the horizon never ends

here is near

here is almost here

you're almost there

keep going

then

you got through

you ran ten thousand miles

to a place you almost knew

the earth grew
                        wider

it had to be here

here be -----everything

mornings not for people

before dawn

then dawn itself

folding in on itself

         a time 

before time, 

birdsong 

words wrong, 

before time

before the line

a sentence, a paragraph

an utterance

dawn, 

there in camden

neon lights and random

things and things

looked so different

without people

without the people

in the cold soft light of dawn

without the people

exposing and forlorn

offloading, bits of torn-----

paper

not much later

I followed the grand union canal 

up to the path I know well

 up primrose hill

          the sky was murky and so ill

           the sun it will

not rise for me

or the youngsters already there

like they came out of 

a tv series, a novela, a movie 

about broken dreams

and love and what it means

to be that age

-------a teenage 

     are, you there, 

still? another sunrise

the sun was missing

or it rose the other way

and I wasn't looking

so I wandered back onto 

that old train 

and closed my eyes, 

wishing sleep came

when it was supposed to

and there then, it came out

the sun, in lower marsh

I had a cup of tea alone

and then at lunch 

I went home

to the river 

a home

to me 

a place to be

and even later on 

that very day

I went to see St Paul

I heard the cathedral say

it's you

 it's you again

it's you

and so I crossed the silver

but still the

whispers continued

so soft like the tunes they sung

the men with dreadlocks

and the two musicians who came

up again

and a crowd of ten thousand

but to travel, to travel and to just be

exactly

where you're supposed to

it doesn't get much better....

                          than this

alhumdulillah 

bus windows

and now your leaving

to go there

the place where real life

sometimes resides

and now where am I

where am I

                       floating

on

            getting  

somewhere

             forgetting

that there

           is a place

where you exist

sometimes I stare

 through bus windows 

and just miss

you              

people we meet

algebra

algazali

alfriston

and geometry

collecting ammonites

and firing up 

clay 

we're all made of it

you came up again

and throwing up to the sky

sandwiches

as night

fades

into day

the seagulls swoop

and catch them

by the bay

from eat

from eat

wasted you took them

before you left

goodbye 

meanwhile

morrocan love

the family waited

for a stranger

they were fated 

to meet

and

the empty polish club

with fruit and lemons

flashing lights

and demons

gone

faces we know

names we don't

but love

is out there-------every(where)

and tyger tyger burning bright

william blake, he was right

belief

underneath

falsitude

it lies, it connects

everything

kitties and wool

knitting for kittens

so beautiful, you were smitten

for shining iridescent eyes

purrs so soft

you kept sewing 

you got so lost

in your stitches and thoughts

come back again

to the material world

--------no, never
you whispered 

take spring

 she's back; 

                        you said

5am          she's wandering around

in your head

            I saw the thread

of light, 

the sunrise

beyond the lake

I heard the birds

         make

whimsical and pretty

noises: sound patterns in the air

I could hear,

them tweet tweet tweet in the sky

        people, we can also fly

                just go to the lake

                              and take

a deep breathe

for this is living

for spring is giving

us a chance 

to start again

 -----------take it

dropped out

dad you once said to me

no one can live your life for you

we won't be around forever

and neither will they

listen carefully to what i have say

you can';t live in someone elses' pocket

you;re heart, sometimes you have to lock it

one day you'll understand

one day I'll understand

muse-

i need

a new muse

to diffuse

some gold beams

to re-fink

dem old schemes

I need 

a new muse

to amuse

I need

some new news

                       some how you knew        I could use

someone

to inspire

to re-ignite the fire

within, maybe its you

liar

maybe its you

do you never tire

of being there