
Anything that you do changes the world forever.
Anything.
But the same could be said of an ant.
So don’t get all high and mighty about it.

Anything that you do changes the world forever.
Anything.
But the same could be said of an ant.
So don’t get all high and mighty about it.
I try to post something most days. I’m not sure why. Frequently I fail.
Anyway ….. I was reading Amandia’s thoughts Here contemplating her place in the cosmos and jotted down a few lines.
Sometimes I feel like a lot of what I do is to scribble crude graffiti on beautiful murals …… but that is not my intention.
I’m walking and I’m talking
But I’m fearing what I’m hearing
And I’m wondering what it means
To be a human being
As we’re eating and we’re drinking
I think our boat is sinking
I don’t think I can swim
But I feel like fleeing
I lack the dedication
To take my medication
There’s voices in my head
And they’re scaring me to death
I went to my physician
To attend to my condition
He handed me a bill
That took away my breath
I have this strange fixation
That we’re heading for damnation
I’ve read it in the papers
And I’ve seen it in the stars
I’ve had this premonition
Of a worsening condition
I think I best investigate
What life is like on Mars
People find it sad
That I’m stark raving mad
I don’t know rhyme from reason
Don’t know what life’s about
But maybe it’s humanity
That suffers from insanity
And it’s me who’s seeing clearly
And I’m the odd one out.
I was inspired by Nayana and I have already apologised to her that this may be inappropriate in response to her far more beautiful words …….. but I sort of liked the rhythm of what came out.

Hold me back
It’s a heart attack
Baby, I’m about to explode
I’ve emptied my cup
My blood pressure’s up
I think I see the end of the road.
I’ve had my fill
Gotta pay my bill
I might have smoked too much of that stuff
Never dealt well with it
Never knew when to quit
Never knew when enough was enough
I stand here accused
It was all self abused
I cut myself down in my prime
I’m full of regret
But I’m not dead yet
Can we do it just one more time?

I am struggling to write anything amusing or enlightening myself right now so I thought I might share something that I find, personally, inspiring. I know that a lot of people bravely express thier personal demons and battles with mental health via their blogs and, to all of you, I salute.
This is for you.
http://www.abc.net.au/lateline/dark-past-of-the-sunnyboys/4727130