Written 685 days ago

Found this on my phone this morning going through my Notes app. it was written 685 days ago, not sure if in a sleep induced state or drunk because I can't remember it that well.

I have written it as it was, I may make some refinements soon and maybe put it in a song....not sure.

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Back to where I was born

Where the sun stays in the sky

And everyone has a lawn

They used to be brown but are green again

Back in summer just in time

So much has changed since I was home

not just there but in me as well

I want them all to say he's changed

because I don't think I liked myself before I left

New beginnings, time to start again

White to the ending red, head falls, 

down on a familiar bed taken from me

by dreams of a life on the other side of the world

They may steal my bed again. Who knows?

I learnt life is not about how much you have 

but how much you grow

And how you treat the people you don't know

I started as a mustard seed and now look at me

I learnt to hold my head high and even be a man at times

Some forget that to be a man is not to be one all of the time

All the promises I made I will keep them once I am there

Please give me the strength.

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So I just looked it up and it was written on the day I came back from my 4 month overseas excursion in late 2010. Which makes sense from the subject matter and in jet lag mode and not much flight sleep mode I would probably forget writing it.

The trials of living Spring from within.

At the end of a long Winter
Spring will come
The warmth of the sun will hit your face
all the parts you left exposed to the cold
You let it wash, you let it be your life
But just the part that hits your skin
If only you could shed the heavy winter coat
and bask in the sun
yet you still hide from spring
its colour and light are only temporary
if you let spring in the summer sun burns
so the winter coat remains
you can fight the sun
you can keep under cover
You tell yourself spring might come again
this time the soft grass
the flowers in bloom
the promise of taking on the world
of late nights with sunlight till bed
if only you could shed the winter coat
yet the spring comes again and nothing
not a whimper
harder each time and so
has it become me
that I am forever in that mind
the winter of our discontent
the Eastern front of 1812
the Eastern front of 1942
the fastest way to lose everything
if only i remembered what spring was like
while i was in it


For Spring