‘Oh no, I’ve said too much.
I haven’t said enough…’
– Michael Stipe
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
‘Oh no, I’ve said too much.
I haven’t said enough…’
– Michael Stipe
‘The record shows
I took the blows
And did it my way’
– François / Revaux / Anka
I knew from the beginning
He said
Within you there was a spark
Writing is now a passion
She said
With misery my trademark
And so it begins
The incessant counting
The overthinking
The fear mounting
That impending doom
Will certainly strike
If I do not get
This pattern right
Friday the 13th
Unlucky for some
Not that I’m fussed
I’m already done
One step
Two step
Three step
Four
Just
Keep
Walking
To
The
Door
Five step
Six step
Seven step
Eight
You
Will
Never
Be
My
Soul
Mate
Searching
for
light
Raised
in
darkness
Our
numbers
grow
Despite
the
sparseness
So it’s another birthday
And what a day it has been
If I’d have known last year
What I know now
I would have jacked it all in
But I suppose now it’s time
At this ripe old age
And much to my chagrin
To find a way of moving forward
And discover the strength within