Silent Sunday - The perfect picnic.....just add you.

Noise gate

The night crawls by so slowly
I've lain awake most of the time
Watched the clock tick remorselessly
Soon my alarm will chime

There's something on my mind now
I can't seem to shut it out
Sleep won't come and find me
Can't mute the fear and doubt

Such a stupid mistake to make
That's brought me to this place
Impacting on almost everything
Even ashamed to show my face

And tiredness helps not one inch
But sleep's no companion of mine
It's why it's only 4am
And I'm writing out this rhyme

The volume is deafening
Can't find a way to turn it down
The consequences of my deeds
Just want to pull me down

But may be talking to myself
In this unusual way
Will help me find some solice
Before the break of day

Now my eyes are feeling heavy
For peace I can hardly wait
Glad I stopped to post my thoughts
Turns out this is a great noise gate

Silent Sunday - Saturday in the park

The Road

I find myself in limbo
The road I've walked is at an end
The path I've trod for many years
Come twist, come turn, come bend

And I don't know where the route
Intends to take me now
It's not here, I fear, will shed a tear
As I recall the vow

That I wrote all those years before
And said so full of pride
And yes it does come before the fall
Lost count of the times I've cried

I'll lift my head, I will, I shall
But may be not today
Feel like I'm just meandering
.........know I've lost my way

And when the road comes calling
A brand new avenue
Don't think that for one second
I'll forget there was me and you

Silent Sunday - On the sauce

Stand still

Starting out while the ground is dark
As morning springs from night
Sun begins to colour the sky
Making the heavens so bright

Headlights flash as I drive on
The contrast is so strong
The world around seems muted
Feels like the sun does not belong

Is the light intruding
It almost seems as so
Rousing people from their sleep
Saying 'time to dress and go'

And I feel like I'm intruding
In the place that I am now
Can't quite describe it to you
Or find the words somehow

But I know that light and heat and warmth
Are felt, this much I know
And that helps fix me in that place
Don't want to turn and go

Stay rooted to this place I shall
Has a feel I could call home
No longer need to wander
Or let my poor heart roam

Silent Sunday - Saying sorry