Take Did you know? Were you aware? Did you ever take The time to care? Did you wonder? Or show concern? Did you ever take The time to learn? Or think or pause Or take some time? You don't need To read my mind Just please think Please think of me And my feelings This is my plea From me to you As you to me You mean the world But do not see You never take The time to notice So I will take some Time to show this To you my love All I can say Is 'I love you, In every way'
Travel As I sit here watching, Every face that goes by, I see a million stories, Told by a million lives, Each and every one diverse, Each one an odyssey, And as I look, one by one, They all look back at me, I wonder if they're thinking, Exactly the same thing, Wondering what my story is, Well, where do I begin? Then they start to wander off, Off to live their lives, As this story never ends, Days just keep going by, Oh my trains here...off I go!
Writers Sock I thought that I had writers block, But then I had an itch, It was underneath my sock, The annoying little bitch, So as I scratched and scratched away, My thoughts began to wander, And a lightbulb in my head went 'aye!', And that really made me ponder, I began to think is there such a thing, As this 'writers block?', At this thought other bulbs went ping, So I put back on my sock, Suddenly I drew a blank, My thoughts just went and vanished, Then my heart just kind of sank, And I began to panic, What if this socks holding me back, What if it's the cause, Of my writers block all stacked, Then I truly paused, If this sock has an agenda, Then what of other socks? Will they attack in all their splendour? If so that'd be a shock... So now I'm sitting at my table, Writing this all out, And all I've learned from this fable, Is to have no doubt, As writers block you'll be glad to hear, Has nothing to do with socks, And the reason I'm barefoot my dear, Is that it really is quite hot...