There must be someway out of here.

I've realised that I use rhyme to simplify my lifeand break up time.To parcel out my laughs and tears. It works a while and them seems empty. As if reducing everything to little pieces can somehow trivialise what I feel. So that I'm not so scared when I stop and think.


So when everything seems just right,

but still I lie awake at night.

Wondering if I'll let it go

when all the world is quiet and slow.

Outside the earth moves ever on,

night gives way to breaking dawn.

And I wonder will I ever be free

of these swaying thoughts of you and me?

So I guess this is my symphony

I'm still running apparent-ly.

So don't ever leave my darling sweet.

Without you life'd be incomplete.