I’ve been spending a lot of time watching sunrises lately, watching from when it pops its head over the horizon until it’s high in the sky.
I know the sun doesn’t ascend, it is a trick of the eye, it only looks like she’s rising through the air. I take so many photos because I know it’s over all too quickly, but these moments are special.
Please don’t let me be popular,
or to fit into any set mould.
Popular is quite boring to me,
I’d rather be seen as bold.
I quite like to split opinions,
don’t like me out of the blue.
I’m fine if you agree with me,
but do think a little bit too.
Popular is just too boring,
like bingo as everyone goes.
I won’t join a club to follow,
there is not a ring in my nose.
I’ve always hated pop music,
well at least since I grew up.
I won’t fit into a category,
I’ll drink from the devils cup.
It’s not popular to be popular,
well not in my book anyway.
Popular is just boring you see,
weird at the end of the day.
Weird in that it rounds us up,
placed in those boxes you see.
Rather than being popular,
I’d rather be seen as just me.
It could be a circle I’m travelling,
or a long and windy trail.
In such dry and arid conditions,
or wet where I need a sail.
Pulls on every ounce of strength,
such weight I have to bare.
But then I look to the distance,
and I know I’m nearly there.
Such feats I have to contend with,
as I travel along the way.
Those burdens that I carry too,
some go but others may stay.
And what if it is a circle or two,
and I just go round and round.
Maybe that’s just the secret,
of how happiness can be found.
I’m as focused as I’ll ever be,
but that not much you see.
I’d rather be wondering slowly,
than to move fast from A to B.
I’m not a fan of planning,
I’d rather just do as I please.
To be focused you need to focus,
and it doesn’t appeal to me.
I can concentrate a little,
on the things that I like to do.
Like creating something special,
I might even give it to you.
Focus isn’t a word I like,
it reminds me too much of school.
As if I look to far in front,
I might miss this moments jewel.
It’s hard to stay focused without eyes!
My trip to the crypt today in Hythe, Kent.
I thought the crypt quite fascinating and just down the road too. I’ve visited bone chapels in Europe but was surprised to find these down the road from my flat. All the sculls are pre 1800’s, there are thigh bones too!
Well maybe there’s more to the town than I originally thought! 😉
I’m wired up to the universe,
with a strong invisible thread.
To hold me while I need it,
I’m as sure when I’m dead.
Linking me to every moment,
as I’m paying a visit just now.
I came down from the stars,
but I cannot remember how.
I’m connected to all there is,
Spreading all over the place.
I see myself in so many things,
I see too, as I look in your face.
I visit all over the milky way,
as each planet is my home.
While my body rests at night,
in my dreams I love to roam.
I grow in summer meadows,
I hang down from every tree.
As my spirit meets each part,
so I become all things I can see.
I roll in with the tides at night,
cross the mountains on a wing.
I am the grass that covers land,
I am the song the crickets sing.
Yes, my body might deteriorate,
but the thread will always last.
When I am only a pile of ashes,
I’ll be right here, not in the past.