When outstretched hands reach out for your support, And you routinely ignore them like another status report, If your arms cannot reach to those hanging by strands, Maybe you should consider chop chop chopping your hands. When tired legs try
We talk about our work, the mundane occurrences of the day, And before long we get silent, running out of things to say, You have your share of problems, and I have my share, Exhausted, we just give each other
I heard from many lives for whom you were the sunshine, And hoped that you could dispel the darkness from mine, Until someone asked me how all your light was spun, And I wondered who was your secret sun. I
Some say, that every colour has a special meaning, One that flowers wearing them know not revealing, Some say, colour is an accident in evolution’s learning, One that the eyes perceiving them realise not peering. Some say, that every road
When someone preaches culture, as scientifically as horticulture, Just stand up and let them know, enough of this farcical show, That you already have yours, and the rest of them, have theirs, Music comes about, as much from common sound,