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

Travellers

Stop
Drop
Life’s a big top
So listen to the music while they’re sending in the clown

Go
Slow
Learn to say no

Cos life’s a rollercoaster and it takes you up and down

See
Me
Life’s a journey
My caravan of love has wheels that just keep rolling round

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

Time

An hour to myself or maybe two
A coffee and the time to sit and drink
It isn’t that I haven’t things to do
But I afford myself some time to think
The world is rushing on at such a pace
Sometimes I feel so giddy I can’t see
I like to stop, to focus on a face
But modern life’s transacted rapidly
It looks like I’m a tortoise sitting there
No doubt I’ll never win that human race
Another man will be successful hare
For I will stop and linger in this place
No pressure in this gentle life of mine
I grant myself the precious gift of time

All At Sea

If I were you perhaps I’d do the same
So hard to know the choices we would make
But life is much more complex than a game
Forgive but only so much you can take
If I were you where would we be by now
The situation couldn’t get much worse
Solution must be found some way some how
But first I need to capture it in verse
If I were you I would have had a plan
Contingency to keep my life afloat
You’re all at sea with such a pointless man
You’re drowning I dont even own a boat
If I were you I’d wouldn’t be with me
I’m thankful that you do things differently

Bus Trip

Today I will be getting on a bus
Because a different weekend lies ahead
From sleepy town to carnage I will thrust
In tinsel town tonight I’ll make my bed
I wouldn’t want that lifestyle all the time
Such hedonism’s not for every day
But every now and then it’s mighty fine
A chance for me to have a holiday
Surrendering desire into the night
The light fantastic tripping ecstacy
Abandon rules until the morning bright
Reality will come to rescue me
Return to dull routine but I know when
I need to I can board the bus again