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Smiling Searching Thinking Knowing


Let her go Passenger



Smiling Searching Thinking Knowing






Smiling in the sunshine

Searching for a reason

Looking for a clue

Thinking about times past

Remembering those words

I’m thinking about you



Thinking if I were yours

What would you do?

It’s all too deep for you

Knowing you want easy

You want light

You want shiny and new



Thinking you wouldn’t be there

As I need you to be

I’ve seen the preview

Knowing you want acceptance

You want definition

Knowing you can’t take blue



Thinking of your shadows

Of your corners too

I have too clear a view

There’s nowhere to slide

Nowhere to blend

I see right on through



I don’t wear blinders

I don’t do masks

I won’t ignore what’s true

Knowing you can’t duck

You can’t hide

I’m looking straight at you



Thinking in the sunshine

Smiling in the warm

Taking in the view

Knowing it’s too late

Thinking of the things I’ll miss

Knowing I’ll miss you











“Have you ever been in love?  Horrible isn’t it?  It makes you so vulnerable. 

It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. 

You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life….

You give them a piece of you.  They didn’t ask for it.  They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. 

Love takes hostages.  It gets inside you.  It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.  It hurts. 

Not just in the imagination.  Not just in the mind.  It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.  I hate love.”

– Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones






Good Enough

Rach and the Prince - I hate the day



Good Enough





Once Upon a time

I thought you were my prince

You were Mr. Perfect

Of that I was convinced


I thought you were clever

I considered you wise

You were so wonderful

A treasure, a fantastical prize


You weren’t  a flirt

And you wouldn’t hide

You were exactly like me

I thought with naive pride


You were my friend

You would look out for me

And one day you’d carry me off

On your dashing white steed


I imbued you with all the qualities

Of the man I imagined you to be

I thought you were the one

The only one for me


And although the question niggled

Was I good enough for you?

I never picked up

Just asking that should’ve been a clue


Then once upon a time

I woke up to watch helpless as you ran

I heard lying words on your lips

And realised my prince was made of sand


There was no Mr. Perfect

In fact, there was no man

There was just a boy

And his big marching band


You had to keep up

You had to sing along

You feared to be different

And so you just marched on and on


You weren’t looking out for me

There was no dashing steed

There was just you

And there was just me


At the time I was crushed

Disappointed to realise

You were just as flawed as me

You were no fantastical prize


But looking back I laugh

Because now I plainly see

The question I should’ve been asking was:

Were you good enough for me?








“He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. 

He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would fully suffice.” 

~ Albert Einstein



“A man must consider what a rich realm he abdicates when he becomes a conformist.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson



“Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. 

But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides,

and following them you will reach your destiny.”

– Carl Schurz, address, Faneuil Hall, Boston, 1859



“Bachelors’ wives and old maids’ children are always perfect.”

– Nicholas Chamfort