Blurred Vision

The window is smeary the vision is blurred, things out there look so absurd
It wasnt like that awhile ago, life was so sweet but it's as though the last shower bought a horrible blow.

Although things do look cleaner, its a nice shiny look, in fact I almost prefer that, apart from the what the mess took.

I have no idea what happened, I saw nothing coming, the weather was unexpected and hit like a storm.

The damage has been done, the feelings are hurt, it might take a while for the next growth spurt.

But life carries on, Im alive on this planet, but why does all this happen to me damn it.

Is there poo on my beard, am I to blame, do others have problems seeing in the rain. I suppose it falls on the good and the bad, butI hate the wet, it scares me to death and it seems to always bring me regret.

I sux at weathering the storm, but maybe, just maybe courage needs to be born, to look the storm right in the eye, stand up and be counted, be prepared to die.

Cos if it aint fighting for, its worth nothing at all, so give it your best shot, even if its down to a crawl. At least you are moving, and not going back cos then it cant be said, it's courage you lack.

Although it is dark now, the morning will come, and then you will wonder what made you so glum.

(c) Ruth Ellen Pirini November 2004

"Pastoral Care"

"Ive been told the drugs dont work, keep yourself out of all that murk,
But im craving for a drink, because i feel so stink.

There's a mess inside my head, I cant even get out of bed,
What the hells going on, why does everything feel so wrong.

Life was all sown up, had it all under wraps,
But what the hey is life all about anyway, i think ive been given the wrong map.

There's a mess inside my head, i try the hang to get out of bed,
I have no idea what is going on, and the world looks like its upside down.

Some will try to fix my problems, "let us pray for this confused cynic"
Others will pretend that they have never thought these same things,
Yet its obvious to me there lies are fifty feet thick

There's a mess inside my head, i thought i was out of bed,
Where the heck has truth gone, is everyone's story this long?

Whatever the answer, it just wont cut it, theres nothing out there that is just the right fit
You know questions are good, cos u then search for the truth,
Dont give me your thoughts, its different for everyone,
Cos the truth is real friends, listen and accept even when the verbal spew comes."

(c) Ruth Ellen Pirini November 2004