Jack..

Life is one big, long on-going blur
Everything goes past us so quickly

We vow to do more and to feel more
But do we ever really open that door

In our darker moments we make the pledge
But the mundane of life puts us back in the box

Back in the lemming box of normality and ritual
Hoping our inner Jack will pop out of the box

To really live, love, laugh, talk, bare souls, watch the stars
I don’t want to be Jack in the box

I want to be Jack out the box….
Come on… it’s just a lid at the end of the day…20151001_183810.jpg

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My old friend…

I love the long, warm days of summer.
The extra sunshine that makes more of my day.

I moan when the season starts to change.
When I wake up cold and pull on an extra cover.

At the same time knowing I love the change.
Love the melancholic drifting of wood smoke.

Love the beautiful colours against crisp sunlight.
The kicking of leaves on a long, rambling walk.

Hot drinks and cosy nights start to draw in.
This season is the one that heralds it’s arrival.

That shouts with fiery glory that it’s here.
Yes, I like the summer warmth for sure.

But I think I love Autumn maybe even more.
Welcome once again my old, beautiful friend