disolusioned part 1

This is who I am,
words on paper
flowing in rhyming lines
making sounds in minds
that echo ever onwards.

This is who I am
thoughts and feelings of ink
scrawled down on pages
so what d'ya think?

Am I so useless
just a waste of good trees
better writing my message
in the afternoon breeze.

Or do I have value
maybe some worth
do I really belong
on this old planet earth...

Coming of age

I am a man now,
Where did my youth go?
washed out in the rain
or left in the snow,
to melt into nothing.
I never saw it go...

Forgotten in grasses
on a sunday afternoon
lost from a pocket
or hole in the shoe.

Was it left with the natives?
on an adventure afar
or caught in a pond
and left in a jar
on the cracked windowledge
of an abandoned tree house.
Left to gain dust
in the pages of a book.

was it left in the boot,
of my friends first car?
or was it outgrown?
left in some seedy bar,
with smoke stained walls
and sticky old floors
dim dirty lighting
and a broken down door....

Fractured

I want to find change
and i want to find freedom.
dont want to suffer, want the garden of eden.
And it wont be posh and it wont be clever
just a place in the sun for ever and ever.

Maybe I cant find the words that ring true,
and the longer it gets, the more i am you.
I mightn't be broken, at least not yet
but the longer it goes on the harder it gets
to not fall to pieces, as dust on the floor
and get blown away by the wind on the moors.

And when i fall down well,
i might just lie broken
my face to the sky
and these words left unspoken
To fade into nothing
like paint on a wall
a graffiti message
just a faded scrawl.