Thursday, July 01, 2010


I don't wonder anymore
'Where's my flying car?'
I'd be content just to hit the open road

I don't need another lesson
In the things I can't attain
I've reached the age of settling for 'ok'

Still I tell myself
I'll find myself
To the mirror every morning
What's a little lie caught between friends?
I couldn't take much more
Aching for
The things I can't achieve
Looking in my eyes I can truly see
With a friend like this who needs an enemy?

1 comment:

Pat Tillett said...

Another nice one Tim.
You are a young man, a very talented young man. You've got lots of time to get what you want. No need to settle (within reason).