Last

So close now
I can almost touch
What's waiting there for me
I want it oh so much

Watch to reach out and grab it
With both hands
Anyone that feels this way
Certainly understands

The time, the trouble
Logistical hell
Hours of waiting
Makes me want to yell
At myself, more than anything
Stupid stupid act
Who'd have thought
It could have so much impact

Two seventy five
Has trickled away
Each morning and evening
Melt in to another nameless day

Two seventy five
I've hated you so
The restrictions, the constraint
Left me no room to grow

The time, the trouble
Is now almost past
This poem from the train
May well be my last
Can't wait to blow the cobwebs
Away with a blast
And smile to myself saying
At last, at last

On the side

Here I sit
Left on the side
While those below me
Are lavished with pride

And here I am
Just like before
Simply dropped off
Once I'm through the door

Sitting, waiting
Anticipating
My turn to play
May come one day
Left out
No doubt
My world at an end
No company, no friend

I should be grateful
Really, I know
One day I'll get the chance
To shine and glow

And I'm closer now
Than ever before
One day I'll be perfect
And wanted once more

For now I'll rest here
Just for a while
Come back soon
See me beam and smile

Soon as I'm slotted
I'll be good as gold
Then I'll be needed
Not left out in the cold

Bouncing back

Stirring slow
No idea where to go
Looking round
Run aground
Not myself you know

Everything's grey
Not like colourful yesterday
Don't understand
Time turns to stand
From myself I stray

Need elasticity
Not complicity
Find my spark
Of electricity
Rouse myself
Get off of this shelf
Stamp my feet
Shouting 'Be yourself'

The clock ticks by
I wonder why
Where this came from
Hope this troublesome
Won't leave me high and dry

But when I step outside
Of my own divide
To turn and face
Myself, and embrace
Every drop of my pride

Find my elasticity
In all it's simplicity
Light that spark
Of electricity
Shake this slack
Get back on track
Jump to my feet
I'm bouncing back