The First Note

I’m Done Pleasing

It is for the sake of believing
that I’m wondering backwards from the tide

I was born too late for.
Is reality in the mind?

I know my soul is sharp like shattered glass,
and that we no longer know time.

So don’t divest feeling into any one thing or fool,
threaten the memory with death

or maul colour from butterflies,
that swim in the sea folk air.

Don’t joke about the fragility of the mind
or how easy it is to wander away.

The One That Started All This

Sitting Still

The silence rings and echoes in the hallway,
The laughter that was once is now all gone.
The shadows fluttering by are all lifeless,
And I don’t know if this is right or all wrong.

The world is divided into many places,
By many different types of people.
The clues that we hold come to us,
In the day when we are sitting still.

I haven’t seen you since the morning you left,
I haven’t been to bed and I haven’t slept.
My ugliness is multiplied by my drunkenness,
And I completely forgot about all the rest.

If the ringing in my ears is still lifeless,
However am I to know what to do?
My echoing halls are very confusing,
But that might be because all this is new.

I once heard the pita-patter of those footsteps,
But I realise now that they are all long gone.
The decisions that I made were useless,
Even if nobody around me is to care.

Between life and the real world sits a kind of cataract.
We know we don’t see the truth,
We tell ourselves that it’s real,
To hide the fact that it’s false.

The world is divided into many places,
By many different types of people.
The clues that we hold come to us,
In the day when we are sitting still.