I can’t watch anymore,
The collapse of my chaotic world,
Only what it seems,
But that’s not reality,

In search of new perspective,
Running out of ideas,
Surely someone out there
Has another collective.

Another idea to spark my table,
To change my perspective,
To get a new angle,

To draw up my plans,
There’s a way to make it work,
Call out the people,
Who make the world real,

Between you and I,
Between myself and the tree,
Grounding,
Healing,
New family,

A bond,
A break,
A trust,
Some stuff,
Ideas thrown round like some candy fluff,

To spark a new interest,
To spark a new side,
To take a new perspective,
On yet a new and very different kind of side.

To take a moment,
To let it sink in,
A jolly good laugh,
And some secret grins…

To share some moments,
Of some hard times gone,
To have a handbook, for me to take a look,

On what you did,
How you over came,
How you split your world,
N put it back together again.

To speak and to heal,
To try and to trust,
To forge a friendship out of mutual rust.

To give some guidance,
Some here or there,
For what you have to say,
My friend,
Is all that is there.

We all are filled by ideas of trust,
Of forgiveness,
Of hearts,
Of how not to lust,

How our words impact our world,
From day to day change,
While the things we say are being hurled.

Trapped into hearts of the ones we love,
Because we’re stuck in our ways,
Because we feel stuck in our luck…

But little do we know,
If we all went to the pub,
You, me, the village and half the stuff,
Then stories be told,
Brave and triumphant,
Overcoming obstacles before words turn to nothin’t.

Young and the old,
Believe and the brave,
The witless, the weary,
The teary, the ones that rave…

For we all have a story,
All sorrows to be told,
For you never know what secrets,
They’ll have to behold.

For there might be a gem,
A snag or two,
Of how to get out of a pickle or two.

And deep down is that feeling,
So lost, so cold…
Of that little boy or girl who just lost their entire world.