Part and Parcel...

It's late in the evening, too early of a morning. And this blog needs a post. You know when you're a kid and when things go wrong and your parents say,"It's all part and parcel of growing up"? You should really pay attention. On the road of life there will be bumps and these bumps all have a sequence, a time and a place. And they are just there, like it or not, no detours, no stopping. Big obstacles and small, ones that will probably drive you up the wall, in all shapes and unimaginable sizes, you name it, they're there. Now some people have it easier than others, but still, we all have our fair share of moments. And then again we are all different, for some, they just brush it off, others have a harder time. The point here is that, on this one way road, we can only go forward. Like they said, it's all part and parcel of growing up. And to quote my very good friend Mr Johnny Walker, "Keep on walking"..

Don't you just love booze... :)

Day Dreamer..

Take me to a place where i can be away from the ratrace
and the daily hustle and bustle that dictates our lives.
Where left is left and right is right,
green means go and red means no.

Under clear blue skies surrounded by great company
To a place where i no longer feel the need to be me,
where creativity, wonderment and passion are free.
To rediscover the magic of the moment,
the sights and smells, the people, for the first time.

A place that i can finally dream.

Quick Post...

My blog has been neglected as of late,
and i know the next few weeks hold little sleep.
Exam after exam till the first week of August.
As usual I'm procrastinating and attempting
to yank the rabbit out of the hat in marvelous
fashion.

With the light at the end of the tunnel being a
well deserved and YEARNED for 2 week break.
i know.. it ain't much, but I really REALLY need it.
Get out of this one horse town and set mind
on FUN. Oh and Babes too.. fun and babes..
Sounds about right..

But for now, Redbull and study..
Redbull and Study

Whiskey by my side I recapture old thoughts
whilst attempting to put new ones into words.
The night wind carries a breath of fresh air
into the room, but the thoughts remain stale.

I had a moment strumming on my guitar,
when i felt so lost, as if mourning a loss.
And i searched for answers in the random
lyrics, furious that they lead me back to you.

I pause and muse on the audaciousness
of the momentary heartbreak.
Running logical patterns and trains of thought
putting 2 and 2 that just doesn't equal 4.

Feedback from the amp shakes the foundation
of thought and consciousness sets in.
In the end, the breadcrumbs lead me right
back to you.

I'm a romantic.
I saw you in a dream last night.
Where vivid and lucid collide.
I held on tight knowing what the
morning held in store.
Dawn breaks stealing my perfect moment,
and the perfect life with it.
I guess dreams are all they are.
And everyday we try our best to reach them.