Frozen Fruit

Takes a special kind of person
To turn their back on blood
A frozen shell that never breaks
Holding back the emotional flood

Would it spark a bit of love
If we all started to cry?
I feel that chapters been read
The words turning to a lie

You break a branch then climb
Damaging the family tree
Moving to a new orchard
Happy to be free

Never caring to look back
Even though you planted the seed
I guess I’ll never know
If your heart slowly bleeds

Half Life

When time passes by what’s left. Regret, guilt and shame, being bored?. Is that a life to live, a story to share with young loved ones.

No, procrastinating is an humorous excuse used too often. If you want to live a calm, comfortable life then that’s fine, but don’t talk bigger, or imagine a better future if you’re happy.

No-one wants to hear stories of excuses and what-if stories of things that could’ve happened to them.

Lost dreams take up to much air space and mind room. There’s nothing to stop a productive imagination reproducing what it sees. Living the dreams that seem far away.

You just have to want it bad enough, to be bothered to try and grasp it with both hands.

Everyone loves a trier, even if you fail you tried. Tell the story of how you went for it, how you followed your heart. It’s an adventure if nothing else.

There’s no way to recreate the feelings of a light bulb moment when it hits. The excitement it projects.

Do it before it’s too late.

This speech is inside my head every day. My gut telling me I want more. And there’s only one way…

Mazes

Whichever way round I end up when I pass, it won’t last

Even in death I won’t find the right path

Mind pulling up and then channelling down

When I’m lost do I even make a sound?

Limbo is my forevermore, bleak is my host

Life or death, in people’s eyes, I’m just a ghost.