Tuesday 9 July 2013

Ways and Means


There is a place I go when I’m low,
Deep inside my mind, I take it slow,
Try to understand the reasons for,
Melancholic dreams they haunt me more.

There is a place I go its way out west,
I just drive and drive; I feel its best,
When I reach the sea, I take a test,
Try the citrus fruit of life to taste the zest.

There is a place I go when I’m high,
Fire up the rocket head to the sky,
Time flies to quick it is by the by,
Just hope when it ends I haven’t died.

There is a place I go when life is dull,
When the mind is always bored, I have to mull,
This is the time I want to cull,
Wipe away everything and wait until I’m full.

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