It’s Wednesday. I know, I know it’s not your favourite day, but just chill for a second. Yep. Worry About It Later.
(Awesome lyrics as well as video by the way):
your card’s on the table
and the cat’s in the cradle
and your heart’s been skipping like a jumping bean
brain’s been waking in the sixth degrees
your time’s on the table
and you’re young fit and able
and your love’s been aching like an acorn tree
take a spin around oh one two three
it’s easy to blame chaos on the ones with cloaks and daggers who
push the hidden hands that hold the strings of ultimate control
when you ain’t got love
time’s ticking tables and the new towers of babel
and your heart’s been kicking in the sixth degrees
take a look around from one to see
it’s a blue sky december
it’s your turn to remember
oh your brain’s been bursting from the broken seams
take a spin around oh one two three
it’s easy to blame chaos on the ones with cloaks and daggers who
push the hidden hands that hold the strings of ultimate control
when you ain’t got love
it’s the turn of the saviors
it’s an all natural favor
and the band’s been kicking in the old kick drum
words can trickle when you start to run
and my heart’s been tazered
and my brain’s been phazered
and my feet’s been skipping like jumping beans
take a spin around oh one to sees
it’s easy to blame chaos on the ones with cloaks and daggers who
push the hidden hands that hold the strings of ultimate control
when you ain’t got love
That Man – A Poem
They asked me not to break things, first.
After I deconstructed their careful blockade.
They asked me not to eat them.
And I wouldn’t.
They asked me to have mercy.
Not that they needed to.
Whispers of ‘that man’.
Rang in negative ears.
Him, the naysayer.
Him, the irrepressible.
They pointed at me.
They asked me not to change them.
But I had at least to even the odds.
Break the bonds and
untie Potential.
Invite Belief
back to the fold.
Have a word with Power
just make sure he was on both sides.
When I, Inspiration, struck.
Boredom cowered.
Distraction frowned.
And the playthings of
Idle were sent to their corner.
‘There’s a time and a place’
I said. And, ‘you’ve had your fair share’.
And they asked Inspiration to be gentle.
And he just winked a smile.