It started out as everything this lust. This need to be with only to vanish. Towards something like solitude.

I have enjoyed this juxtaposition because I feel like it is really 2 lives. First the innocence. Followed by fatherhood.

Thank God for both!

News is bad, got the radio on…

15 minutes of fame seems far to long.

News ain’t good, spotlight is shone…

Looking for decency hither and yon.

Once was a girl who quit it cold turkey.

All that smoking and puffing didn’t quite workie.

She’d rage day and night…

About being happy and right.

In the end we all thought her quite quirky.

I’ve been in Paul’s studio for the last week away from the masses and have delved into the world of buying paint and creating stick people who say little unless you listen very closely and then… you may hear the voices of discontent from a not so distant past.

I feel her rise at centre stage.

That spotlight shine on dear old rage.

The winds of change are circumspect.

Bang that drum… demand respect.

I’m older now, can cool that rise.

Looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes.

He removed the mask from his face long enough for just one breathe, revealing a face of true exasperation and I thought to myself ‘i feel your pain’ before flipping back that clothe over his mouth and nose, breathing deep he settles into acceptance.