Trumpet made that jazzy sound
Anywhere is fine, noisy and not alone
Solace because the daydreams have ended
Away from trouble which is mostly my phone

Grey eyes gripping blue fairy lights; faces locked
Last call for drinks and the Trumpet stopped
Aggressively aware of the small room in between
Embraced the truth with a soul that's clean

They tell you to let go of your past
So you stumble & instead stress about your future
They tell you to live in the present
So you live care-free & adopt the sloth culture

They tell you to force yourself to be happy
So you go out and drink one too many
They yell at you to keep your eye on the prize
So you force quit all your feelings, be it any

It's more than okay, we are always learning
This is how we process things, this is how we change
But once try telling yourself, to embrace all that's returning
Because perfection is attained only by the truly deranged

Originality over Success
I’ve only wanted what’s best
Success is in pride
But pride will not drive
Me. To win what is mine.
For that, you may not have to try.

For that, you may not have to think.
And for that, you must stop.
To get on top, you must rock.
The world inside you for what it’s got.
Why think, when you can do.
Overthinking can be the death of you.

The death of you. The death of you.
Overthinking can be the death of you.
Don’t think, just do.
And remember try not to lose
What is yours and what is mine,
What can be found inside the mind.
Don’t think, just do.
Overthinking WILL be the death of you.
Just start, then climb.
It’s the best way to keep what’s mine.

I’ll keep what’s mine until I scramble
From then on, it’s hard to find.
When you’re scrambled, you’re fried.
You have lost what drives the mind.

So don’t think, just do.
Utilize what is left of you.

Two broken teeth from a perfect cavity
Wrapped in her blue handkerchief
Jumping and skipping, defying gravity
Down the dingy lane, with an orange leaf

Bored of walking, she used the spare tyre
Cramped into it, she spun her own world
Along came the dogs, howling louder than fire
Down the dingy lane, now really wanting to hurl

After what felt like a lifetime, the spinning hushed
She stood up, looking for her hanky with eyes wild
An old man found it, grabbed her hand & her face flushed
Down the dingy lane, with missing front teeth, he smiled.

All the *****-sprite infused nights
Hours spent before we finally hit the lights
The loud murmurs still pursuing the dark
And then we cursed the tipsy rusted spark

The rush when we stood on that roof-top railing
Stupidity dawned on us later, completely failing
But if I had to do it all over again hon'
I'd first say this is the stupidest idea ever
And then I'd jump the **** on.

Stop it, get it together
Don't, don't pluck more feathers
Work, mould, hold yourself now
Cause he's shaping his whole world,
Without you and how.

You're worth a billion symphonies & more
So grip your dignity and shut that door
If that's the love you think you never had
Cry out to the universe and it'll tell you,
You're utterly mad.