Honest Questions

Do you ever feel like you dont belong? Like you want to break out beyond these four walls? like you want to move out of these doldrums? And I'm looking at you you're looking at me like I've got the answers I have the key to life, to life I look at you because i haven't got a clue just waiting for you to make a move and this is  all the same there is nothing new just a game we play gamble it away,  that's life Wake up one day feel like moving today So I get out of bed, put clothes on, not thinking what's ahead or what's behind Don't care about the time I've wasted Cause this is life  And I'm looking at you you're looking at me like I've got the answers I have the key to life, to life I look at you because i haven't got a clue just waiting for you to make a move and this is  all the same there is nothing new just a game we play gamble it away,  that's life And I'm looking at you you...

Ordinary, It's just an ordinary day Preoccupied and worried Distraught , distracted, and afraid How long will you go on living this way? When will you open your heart,  Let someone in? Dance just once, in the falling rain Allow yourself to know what it is to dream again Remember life is a precious gift and those ordinary moments become the most sacred You say It's just another day Nothing special, Another 24 hours to get through Another 24 hours Its just another day Ordinary , rehearsed, Routine, mundane Dance just once, in the falling rain Allow yourself to know what it is to dream again Remember life is a precious gift and those ordinary moments become the most sacred In his bed he lies Tubes attached They're keeping him alive On the edge of their seats, family waits for an answer, maybe a miracle, Counting every second, Every minute, Brings hope another 24 hours just another 24 hours hoping he'll make it  praying he may surv...

One of my favorite poets A Poetic Romance By: John Keats A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:  Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that w...