Sunday, March 31, 2013

Dinosaurs in Lithology

Misery is misery
I never quite seem to find
When I'm pretending to be happy
That solitary peace of mind

People tell me to 'enjoy life,'
'To be happy with what you have'
'After all what's the point of having anything
If the little things don't make you laugh?'

My mind's just never worked that way
I always seem to feel the dark
Clawing out through spiderwebs
And eclipsing mind and heart

I feel like apologizing all the time
Though I don't know how to begin
My head is so full of thoughts
Everything just feels like an end

1 comment:

Pat Tillett said...

I think I've felt this way before, a lot. Sometimes we don't need much more than peace of mind. A quite mind (when you want it to be) is great thing.
Nice one Tim, you got me thinking.