We all like to think

but sometimes it just isn't possible to do it properly
we all like to believe there is more luck coming our way
we all like to hold out for the impossible and the dreamt nights that swoon our minds 
we all like to figure out the wrongs and change them
we all like to feel a regret is justified 
and that if we had our time again we "woulda shoulda coulda" 




We don't hold out grudges for too long because we are starting to learn from our pasts
we don't reckon the heart will hurt as much the next time
we don't think people would lie to us as they have done oh so many times
we remember the whys behind our tattoos as we dust off the shit we are in
we pray to those who left us hoping they have the key to our destiny's


we all like to think that we are all different 
but in the harsh and blunt reality we are all the same in so many ways
and eventually we will accept this and lives will flow a lot more easily
always somebody worse off and always somebody living the high life
always someone you pass by and always someone you are trying to chase


and calm as you catch your breath and watch as the words form with letters as you tap so hard letting this all out
sitting in somebody else's front room as you pour it all out before you forget the point and the direction
and calm as you realise that you are not alone and that the voice you were praying for can be heard
and you fight back the tears as you realise that he is OK and that he is proud 
and that these dreams have all been about the crossroads you have been standing at waiting
waiting for the answers to which way and with what purpose 
and the overwhelming need for this person, your granddad to listen and to hear these words from the clouds as he watches us all


and relief that he is here and that its all OK
finally.... I can breathe 




with the inspiration from my lost life in dreams and the book my aunt gave me by Paul Arden...