Month: May 2022

All want to be good,
but few make the sacrifice,
it takes to be great.

Elizabeth Line,
opens 24th of May,
Crossrail for London.

We should understand,
that our failures and false starts,
come before success.

I’m keeping it real,
sincere and something I feel,
and I believe in.

Elizabeth Line,
opens 24th of May,
Crossrail for London.

Five years of my life,
was spent working on this job,
and building Crossrail

There’s a time for it,
and once it’s gone, it’s gone,
and seldom come back.

I do not take milk,
in my coffee or my tea,
and just some sugar.

We should understand,
that our failures and false starts,
come before success.

If we don’t get lost,
we’ll never find a new route,
to where we’re going.

The moon’s hanging low,
above fields of young green corn,
and flutter of wings.

The wind from the east,
casts a chill across the land,
but warms to sunshine.

I’m searching for truth,
yet hope it never finds me;
costly repentance.

I dream a work scene,
and I fix it with strangeness,
and dream it again.

I am winding down,
I found out that I’m clockwork,
and I’ve lost my key.

The map lines direct,
north, east, south and west, that’s all,
and that’s news to me.

Writing a short book,
it has a good beginning,
middle and an end.

Going in circles,
seeking that je ne sais quoi,
if I only knew.

I have music back,
and it is so wonderful,
and Ella can sing.

Evening breezes come,
moving and mysterious;
the day says goodbye.

Here I am, I am,
looking to connect, say hi,
so I say, hello.

I tested something,
and found it was a mistake,
so I am sorry.

I’m keeping it real,
sincere and something I feel,
and I believe in.

A good egg will sink,
so test it in some water,
a bad egg will float.

Familiar songs,
and music, Bluetooth streaming,
all around the room.

Loving your music,
and want to hear it often,
anywhere you like.

I’ve lost my music,
I’ve forgotten my log in,
to my Spotify.

I am struggling,
to stop myself improving,
in all that I do.

It’s a heavy case,
of some positive thinking,
that will bring results.

Going into work,
and walked out in my slippers;
such an easy job.

Somethings lay hidden,
often from sight but not mind,
some thoughts, some treasures.

Releasing music,
as my fingers walk the frets,
dodging the half chords.

Music spilling out,
down the street, from the café;
I catch some of that.

I smell the coffee,
hot and steaming, sitting there,
and it’s a good day.

The notes that I play,
blend in semi-tones a lot,
giving it a sound.

They laid out the plans,
and they all stared and wondered,
what does it all mean.

Instructions, my foot,
said Stan and scratched his bald head,
and sipping his tea.

The arrow points north,
and nestled in the corner,
it quietly points.

A day off is great,
some time to do my own things,
and get something done.

It shortens the week,
and makes it feel easier,
with 4 and not 5.