Flowers

I know that you’ve been anxious

Feeling like their ain’t enough hours in the day

And life can be so thankless,

Getting nothing back for the ways you make a change

I know that you’ve been angered

Calling out and cursing God every time you pray

But stop and smell the flowers on your way

Stop and the smell the flowers on your way

Can you spare a penny for my thoughts or something more?

Looking for shrapnel on the floor outside the corner store

When we were at our poorest

Counting coins for the meter,

With No food left in the freezer

And a preacher spitting through the speaker - Lord have mercy

I pray that change gone’ come

And my God can make a way when there ain’t no one

I feel enclaved to the sums with more month then funds

Chased by these debts and regrets and these pests that I can’t outrun

Take some time and find the lies behind the rage

Coz’ of the spirit of this age has me feeling like i’m caged

Demons feanin’ on my dreams feasting on my brain stealing my domain

I need a peace that can’t be reasoned or explained,

I keep on praying

Anxious about the evidence

Of my influence and relevance

My penmanship is heaven sent

But the devil’s on my neck again

Wish I could tell a friend

I’ve been walking through hell again

Up at night from

Mixing Ardbeg with adrenaline

Life is fleeting

I learnt more from recovery meetings

Then hearing preachers speaking

Ain’t no teacher like my weakness

A broken man once told told me

“There’s difference between being lonely

And solitude that confronts

And consoles your own self loathing”

He said until until you’ve been alone

And faced What only you control

You’ll keep reeling havoc on the world

Whilst acting like it’s not your fault

So Keep forgiving,

Keep listening and bearing witness

You’ll find a peace without conditions

That that transcends and won’t diminish

When your peace is lost

And it can’t be found

Look up, look down,

Look around.