Modern Day Aids

It's tangible, this inhaler I hold in my hand
How it affects my day, it affects my plans
How occasionally, I need to receive
A drug that helps me gasp and breath

And my aid is simple, and hidden away
Allows me to cope with life my way
I don't get questions like those with a crutch
Asking how it affects my life and such

Or those with glasses or a device in the ear
Necessary to help them see and hear
It's quite amazing, what we've managed
We can walk around perfectly fine with the aid of a bandage

And sometimes, we don't even see the crutch people hold
Sometimes it's too internal for an observer to behold
We're the modern generation. Stressed but we do as we're paid
As much as we can with our medical aids

Two Chances

Sometimes you don't get two chances.

The sweetest moments in life? When you put it on the line.
The go big go home go for glory go for it time
It's the build up that often hurts you the most.
The time you spend panicking prepping - when you're there you coast

If it goes wrong, it goes wrong. Time will pass.
We've all had a time when we've fallen flat on our ass.
Then you have to let go, there's no point in trying to dwell.
Unless you enjoy putting yourself through hell.

But, well, it's worth it. Believe me, it's worth it when it pays.
When you lay your self bare for all and you Raise. Up.
Prove to the doubters and the believers that you were right
When you blast off and fill up the stage on a night
When you show people something they've never even seen before
When you steady yourself and settle the score
When your moment arrives, and you seize it with both hand
When nothing in this world can put a stop to your plans

Because sometimes you don't get two chances.
And you prove that you only needed one.

A chance to rest

This poem is not deep.
It is not meant to be difficult.

This poem is a chance to rest.

To lay your head back.
To understand some things don't have reasoning.
To stop worrying, for a short while.

This poem is a chance to rest.

I know. You've been overly busy recently.
People expect a lot of you. And you keep providing.
Right now, in this instant, nothing is required.
Empty your mind.

This poem is a chance to rest.

Because you've got difficult times ahead.
Because no shelter is permanent.
You must seize any opportunity you can.

This poem is a chance to rest.

Stop thinking. Relax.
And rest.

Back to the Past

Man, it's the super power of which we'd all boast
The one day-to-day that we'd value the most
What if, rather than being super strong or super fast
You could step back in time and alter the past?

Currently, you take a retrospective intellect
But with respect can make no effect
On the mistakes you made, the time you mispoke
Well don't be afraid, lets go for broke

Because now you have a retroactive fact-of-the-matter
Way to be active in the past, change the latter
Just be careful, heed my warning
It's good to let the day refresh each morning

I tell you what, if I had this power
I'm not sure I'd ever live more than an hour
Sometime the past is better left lived
Sometimes there's no use in regretting what you did

I think a window to the past, means I'd only every stare that way
I'd never plan, only try and redo every each day
And I realise, I would not be able to handle this great responsibility
Instead, I'll just do what I can with the time that has been given to me