Right here is where I need to be To feel the earth underneath my feet To take in the skies above When I look around The earth’s simple treasures I am grateful beyond measure
We are not here long We must take in every breath And savour As if it's our last To see clearly And to listen sharply As what is here today Might not be tomorrow.
Right here is where I need to be Next to you In temporary peace While the world swirls Orbiting Regardless I’ll let it be Because I’m right here Where I’m meant to be.
Put the kettle on Think of an idea Put away the washing Think of three words Doomscroll Delete your title Can't think of title Think of new title Eat a bag of crisps Decide new title is best Brain hurts Watch TV Log back in Brain empty Have a nap Feel guilty Eat tea More tv Feel more guilty Go to bed Fall asleep Repeat.
Splintered driftwood carries me to shore The gray-lapping foam of the blue beyond Cradles my weary body to safety To feel the grain of the oat-coloured sand That pricks my skin I lay there for a moment Exhausted I exhale Thanking the gods from where ever For letting me be still Still in this tranquillity Away, from the teeth and tendrils That wish to plunge me To the depths of the deep down below I am relived I am alive I have survived.
Feeling higiddly piggidly Feeling out of sorts Feeling off my rocker Feeling sombre thoughts Feeling off my balance Feeling bored as hell Feeling a bit anxious Lost my sense of self…
No idea why I feel this way Maybe it's one of those things Maybe I should get some kip Tomorrow, it will be a better day So I will run myself a lovely bath Put my comfy PJ’s on Switch on the telly googlebox And a have a right good laugh. Then I will feel like myself again.
Oh, biscuit tin Why must you be On the top shelf Where I can't reach
I’ll have to get The foldaway steps So I can see
I’m on my tippy toes My fingers stretched out A woman on the edge Trying not to fall down
All I crave is Jammie Dodger Why must you be So out of my grasp
I know I'm on a diet But two with a cuppa Won't hurt me much
Oh, Biscuit tin Oh, Biscuit tin Why must you be Just. Out. Of. Touch.
Where there is ice there is mush Where there is mud There’s grass that's lush
When fog clouds the way The mist will clear Where there is a dense field of wheat Out of it, sometimes comes beer?
When there’s a storm A rainbow guides the way When the heavy rain falls What follows is a sunny day
With this cheesy analogy What I’m trying to say Is that even though it's pants right now Everything will turn out okay. Just you wait and see.
Woke up this morning Fell straight out of bed Sprained my ankle And hit my head
Burnt my toast Scolded my hand with my tea Bloody Hell! It's Friday the 13th
My car broke down on the way to work My tyre went flat on a roundabout Everyone was beeping their horns I felt a right twerk
My stapler broke The photocopier was jammed My wife forgot to make my lunch I went to the nearest Greggs All they had was plain ham.
Why must there be this supernatural occurrence Every so often it comes around This superstitious nonsense Makes me dumbfound
Hopefully tomorrow will be alright With this banging headache I'll try and sleep tight Roll on Saturday the 14tth When nothing can happen If I have a lie in?
So warming and salty Like diving into the North Sea On a July day
Nestling my fingers around The hot sensation of the handle Burns my fingers gently
Melting Croutons Sticky in the bottom of the cup Congealing softly in my teeth
The soup satiates my hunger When i’m desperately needing something Hunger and thirst dissipated in one Nothing softened at the bottom Of my cup.
