crawl inside

find some space
to sit right down
and crawl inside your mind
what riches are there trapped inside
what treasures do you find

the world it keeps on spinning
no matter what we do
find some time, to step inside
ask what matters to you

Now

Now
tell me the truth

i think your friend Past has been lying to me
and it is clear that Future is a huckster indeed

but you Now
seem different
the honest of your type
not prone to lying
or building the hype

i’m asking you Now
be honest with me
help with my muddle
help me to see

i’ve grown used to leaning
on Past’s sordid tales
the reminders of screw ups
and all of the fails

and I know I am lured
into Future’s productions
the lavish environs
the zero obstructions

so easy to live in a world made of air
where i’m always perfect and there isn’t a care

i wish it was like that
i guess
if i’m honest

I wish it was easy
didn’t
feel like a contest

Now
it’s so hard to tell my own truth
i can’t really hear
i can’t get down to the root

but something about you
and your friend silly Rhyme
there is something about you
and this small little time

it feels like you have something useful to teach me
like i’ve met a real friend
who wants me to be free

an old habit

ok, i got it
i’m on to something
this is it, here i go!
oh wait, maybe not
i’m doing it wrong
better stop - not make a show

yes, finally, i can feel it now
for sure happening this time
oh, that old thing - i quit it last week
it was just too much of a climb

i aim for the perfect, for something unspoiled
so no one can say i was wrong
but this time, i swear it, i’m gonna keep going
I want to say I Am Strong.

a mumbling recollection

a mumbling recollection
as she stoops to stir the stew
storied lore heard twice before
she wants to tell to you

a fancy tale of weft and wale
and how she knit a slew
for sailors on a mighty ship
their fortunes not come through

a silly yarn of cow and barn
and how she shod a shoe
for bovines of a higher class
afraid of their own doo

a misty myth of a blacksmith
and how he made her blue
young lovers for a short time
but then away he flew

the hazy intersection
the lines of her own life
best to sit and listen
avoid familial strife

but maybe still remember
as she speaks anew
all these fables 'round the table
they might not be true