Lost in time

I've been lost in space many times
Misplaced my way and trespassed lines
It's fine. I guess.
Sometimes I leave a mess
But mostly, it's for the best.

Because it's only by going places we aren't meant to
That we realise where we're supposed to be.
Echolocate our way to home in the midst of this cacophany.

So let us sound out the solution to the problem I now see
I'm not exactly sure when I am supposed to be.

Yes you read that right, and no, I'm not talking in jest.
Because in this world I always have so little time to invest.

Just as I get comfortable, settled in to a season
It always ups and passes by without reason

The earth keeps on spinning and rotating and falling
Meaning I'm never winning and I find this appalling

I guess, well, I just take more time than most to adjust
So I find myself out of sorts. And I've cried and I've cussed
But it doesn't matter. Watches I watch don't stop on a dime.
And I find myself, once again, a man out of time.

Maybe I should go forward. Predict the next trend.
But then it wont be long until, that too, will end.
I'll be out of sorts once more, once more out of mind.
So maybe then there's a whole different decade to find?

I've seen people do it. Stick themselves in the past.
They cling desperately until their very last.
While it's sad in a way, it's also inspiring.
They think I'm there judging, I'm simply stood there admiring.
Impressed by the strength of character, resilience of mind.
To always keep their clockwork up tight - never unwind.

But that's their destiny, so I'll be aware just for me.
A traveller should never know where they're supposed to be.

Fish in the sea

You're heartbroken again, aren't you?
You've seen life's turmoils through and through

Well don't worry. After all it should be plain to see
There's always plenty more fish in the sea

(This line was said with a big, wide, devious smile
That hung on the narrator's face for a while
After all, they knew your life and knew the score
And how many times you'd heard that line before)

Of course, the issue with that saying is clear
You'll find another fish if you persevere

But some fish are sharks, with a nasty bite
Some fish only come out in the dead of night
Some are whales, which may still be your thing
Some, like the jellyfish, pack a powerful sting
Oh they're beautiful to look at, don't get me wrong
You just never want to hang around them for long
Some like a swordfish you'd never want to kiss
Some camouflage away and are easy to miss
A pufferfish will put on such a mighty display
But will look very different at the end of day

It seems, if you have high standards, you might still prove
It's possible to be alone even with an ocean-full to choose

But here's the catch, if you care to take my bait
All those flawed fish? They still find a mate
Despite all the flaws in someone you wish to uncover
They still find someone to adore and call their lover
Because here's where this analogy of you as a fisherman may cease to be true:
Somewhere out there someone is fishing for you too.

This fragile mind

This fragile mind was meant for only one end.
See, this fragile mind, it was meant to bend.

Though it's so very easy to snap and shatter
Particularly for thoughts that matter
It must stand strong, must persevere
For every thought it minds to hear

You can talk of fractures, talk of a tear
A raptured mind will withstand any wear
Brains? They fold. They envelope all info anew
If given something bad it'll absorb that too

It can't discriminate, there's no auto-filter
Removing that which will knock you off kilter
To embrace life, whatever trouble it may throw
Is the only way any fragile mind will grow

This fragile mind may have been through the worst
Want to shut itself out, feel though it was cursed
But this fragile mind will absorb that emptiness
Until it's filled with nothing, and then nothingness

Fill it with wonder. Fill it with joy.
Come out to the world. Don't be coy.
Take small steps. The danger's not fake.
For growth to occur, there's a chance it'll break.

If you can get over the fear - and that's a big 'if', it's true
Then this fragile mind has some growing to do

Mind in anger

I've never seen a man change their mind in anger
Not while they're screaming 'hang him' and 'hang her'
If they hate your message *and* they hate your guts
Do you think they'll ever admit to being a klutz?
Because when they remember the argument on their own
They wont remember the message, just remember your tone
Unless of course, they have thought of some sort of retort
And then they'll be eager to re-enter the verbal tennis court
Only focused on serving you up on a platter
Without being focussed on the substance of the matter
Then you're back-and forth, forth-and-back again
Without any actions of respect or refrain

So, here's what I'm not saying. That you'll be able to do this all the time.
That you can change without delaying and spin your heart on a dime.
Of course you are passionate, of course you care.
There may be more than feelings on the line here and there.
You will of course believe in the certainty of your case.
Just remember that your cause of disagreement has a face.

It may not be nice to have to admit
But this thought is one you'll have to permit
If you want to change a mind
I think you'll do well to find
That the source of words which seem to appal?
That person is still human after all
I've never seen a man change is mind in anger, but I have instead found this:
That it may not happen as often as I wish, but I have seen him change in kindness.