…to be

Try to be more social
Mix with different friends
You should just get out more
Know how this one ends

People can be complex
Harsh and unrefined
So my usual reflex
Meetings strictly timed

You can have an hour
You, a little more
Keep you a distance
Tally up the score

Everyday I must see
One or sometimes two
Then I can get on with
What I like to do

People make me tired
Like to be alone
When your time's expired
I will wander home

Life is on the spectrum
Socialising's fraught
With a few controls though
Life is as it ought…

Key

The days of wonder came upon me
Happiness was mine
From deep within my own creation
Now became the time
I searched so long but on my journey
Never went too far
My mind a land so rich to wander
Filled with shining star
For all the universe residing
Locked inside my soul
The emptiness you think I'm hiding
Key to being whole

Deprivation Of Liberty

My confidence secreted up your corporate derrière
And then you try to empathise and tell me that you care
You fucked me metaphorically but never in my bed
The only action you desired was all inside your head
And when I left you said that there was nowhere I would fit
So low you had manoeuvred me I was believing it
I turned the corner, walked away and look at me right now
A happy, independent man whose factor’s set at wow
The politics of what that was I’ll never understand
But you were something shady now I have the upper hand
My victory’s not pyrrhic though I had to cut my cloth
I’m biased but this phoenix feels he left behind the moth
So bye bye blackbird go and eat your slice of humble pie
My liberty was once deprived but now I’ve learnt to fly

Snakebites

So solitary youth a sulky snake that’s in the grass
The hidden pain concealed like acne scarred upon the cheek
A right of passage out to anywhere but here and now
Annoyingly its time withholding answers that we seek
A skulking mess of hormones in the sheets upon the bed
The energy for up and out it has already left
Another day of social hell where no one is a friend
At seventeen so poised for life yet totally bereft
If I could have my youth again I know I would decline
The biting angst of growing pains still gnaw me in the night
The wrongs I thought I’d write about still trapped within my mind
So angry in the dark that much has never seen the light
They say that youth is wasted but I think mine was endured
And even as I age I feel I’m not yet truly cured

Back Yard

They key to happiness is in your own back yard to seek
But here I am so far away and feeling quite content
Perhaps the truth is each of us is totally unique
And one idea of happiness is not what others meant
My happiness I know is just for me to think about
Although I feign an interest in what others have to say
Suppose my own solution just ensures I have no doubt
I’ve always been particular preferring my own way
So I would say the key for me is keeping my life plain
Not many plans or grand designs to cause undue distress
I live each day without the future looming in the main
And when there’s only me is when my life is at its best
In solitude I travel never lonely just alone
The traveller with no back yard who’s made the world his home

Space

My inner space so when did you appear
Intruder uninvited on my plane
For lonely gripped my fingers in your sphere
Your angle’s not conducive to my aim
A vacuum mother nature does abhor
But I am not your mother little boy
And you plus me’s not what my line is for
So I’ll divide and leave remainder joy
Subtracting you negates the need to cry
The algebra of love’s insanity
My x will never equal, don’t ask why
We shoud not meet until infinity
An integer still single in my prime
What matters is I have my space in time

Puzzling

If all my dreams are avenues I’ve walked
I hope the final turning brings me peace
If all my thoughts are conversations talked
The puzzle solved could win me my release
If all I have imagined could be real
My dreams would lie prosaic on the floor
If all the wonder isn’t what I feel
Then magic won’t be found here anymore
If all the truth I’m given is a lie
Those dusty dreams are trampled under feet
If all that I can do is wonder why
I guess my life will never feel replete
But if you dream and wonder what will be
You might just be the piece completing me