Mid-Way Musings

Mid-way between Home and Nowhere

We got off at a stop called Stranded


Mid-way between Lost and Somewhere

We discovered our world had disbanded

Mid-way between Sure and Don't-know

We didn't muster the courage for a fight

Mid-way between Now and Never

We couldn't take a leap into the light

Mid-way between Arrived and So-Gone

We met up with a friend called Superficial

Mid-way between Truth and Disbelief

We put our faith in a mate called Prejudicial

Mid-way between Swayed and Steadfast

We gave in to everything that seemed different

Mid-way between Left-behind and Let-Go

We decided that we'll push ourselves to be brilliant

And so the wheel of Life has turned

And so our lives have been led

And so we'll go into the blasted light
And still believe we're not dead.

Let's Do This!

I don't have a strategy for fun
And I'm not sure if you're The One

There's a part of me that's feeling distorted

And yet, somehow I stand here feeling sorted

I won't distill my feelings, I won't clarify my thoughts

I'll let the evening play out, I won't connect the dots

This night is not for reason, it's for the ache in our heart
Sometimes the journey is wonderful, when you upset the cart

So let's settle down, send our doubts to the pyre
I've got a steady gaze, what else do we require?
Let's do this, baby, let's make it wow
Epic can wait, let's live in the now.

I don't have an appetite for drama
And I'm pretty certain your middle name is Trauma
There's a little voice that says I should be cautious
And yet tonight, that voice makes me nauseous
I won't look for your back-story, I won't slot you into a category
I won't impress you with my wardrobe or my vocabulary
For what are we, if we haven't lived raw and unfettered
If we haven't understood that not all experiences can be bettered

So let's settle down, tell our phones to retire
I've got an open mind, what else do we require?
Let's do this, baby, let's make it wow
Epic can wait, let's live in the now.

On Turning Older

Over the years, the lines will deepen

The body will lose its dexterity

Wearing my jeans may still be possible

But wearing my shorts will be a rarity

Skin will sag, chin will jiggle

And drooping shoulders will be regularity

And even as they walk behind me thinking

That my bottom is an aspect of hilarity

I'll hold court with gusto, with my news and views

Each laced with sarcasm and vulgarity

My body will give up to age and time
But my wit will still display peculiarity

Old age is coming and more often than not

The mind is a haze of non-clarity
So before I turn comatose and clueless
Let me donate my eyes to charity.