Addicted to boredom
Looking for more in all the wrong places
Seeking something divine
In the darkest shades of complacency
Enslaved by apathy
Lethargy in every step in our cages
Seeking escape without any urgency
In the corner a rage persists
We’re all just melancholy marionettes of pandemonium
Strung out on boredom, apathy and Valium
Lead by the powers that be, the hands that feed
Jangled walks, entangled necks choking
Screaming to cut these strings
Relying on Valium
Sleeping soundly in all our nightmares
Seeking dreams bereft of agony
High on depression, sin and death
We’re all just melancholy marionettes of pandemonium
Strung out on boredom, apathy and Valium
Dragged to dance when the hands insist, no protest
To the doldrums we crash as their applause echoes
Resonating, cut these strings
Looked down upon in vicious enjoyment
As we struggle to keep our feet on the ground
We flail in fear
In boredom
In apathy
In addiction
Can we dare change if we ever dare to choose?
Slap the hands away and use our strings as a noose
Can we dare change if we ever dare to choose?
Slap the hands away, what have we got to lose?
My heart is like a static lake
Neither affected by drought or by rain
A stale surface, a dirty mirror
Absent of reflections
Uninviting
No ripples, no currents, no forms of life
No skimming stones
Warning signs and darkness lurking
My heart is like a static lake
A perpetual stasis, void of disturbance
Then you came along
Looking long and deep, into the depths
One foot in
Checking the temperature and safety
Before picking up rocks
Before diving in, causing so much chaos
My heart is like a static lake
Ignored and abandoned for years
Dynamics changed by one person
Ecosystem in shock
A broken surface
A splash of emotions, gently wading
All the mud unsettled
Swirling in all manner of directions
My heart is like a static lake
Drastically changed by your sudden actions
Trying to remain placid and unchanged
Even long after you stopped swimming…
Well it’s been a long time since we paced the lawn
Colaura, lifelong friendships and new ones forever born
For before that day when that Amazing Grace would sing
Up until that moment our girls, hadn’t used their wings
We all gathered and Weighing Scale was gratefully told
Not a dry eye in the park our presence was our gold
Daisy chains, new friends and all that love does bring
Two little girls dressed in white giggling on a swing
There were broken hearts and many hidden cries
There was even sunglasses hiding a veterans troubled eyes
There were strangers that wore hearts on their sodden sleeves
It was a park of love with tiles and newly planted trees
Prized photographs, twirling locks and arms on shoulder blades
Frogs in throats, chills up spines and memories forever made
Marvelled at their wings as they floated above the turf
Parents never forget their gift, their innocence, and every day of birth
Colaura park has now a history that money cannot buy
There’s always light shining where we gathered there to cry
Old friends, new friends and all that love does bring
Two angels dressed in white... giggling on a swing….
