The Need (Revision No.2 (and little bit))
Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 9:57 am
Revision No.2
I think I think too much.
I think my head is much too full of things I do not need,
Yet consequences feed, indeed
I think I think too much.
What I need in view is me,
And put aside all else.
The doubt, the shame, the fear to breathe,
I leave them on the shelf.
The view outside is warm
And I would taste it for myself.
I kick away my crutch
At last, not hard to touch upon the cure.
For while the air can find my lungs
My hands can find the door.
Too long a hostage of my mind
Whilst aching for the sun.
If no one else can help me
Then I have to be the one.
So climb aboard, the greatest ride
Has only just begun.
Standing on the dawns first light
That spills it's gold across the floor,
I turn my back and look no more
Upon that wrack that was before.
My private torture thinking room
In which I thinks too much.
Revision No.1
I think I think too much. ...... (I know I'm obessing)
I think my head is much too full of things that have not need, ...... (about rubbish)
Yet consequences feed, indeed .......(I'ts making me unhappy)
I think I think too much. ........(Yes dear, you've said that already)
What I need in view ........(Don't look for the answers from someone else)
Is not you, but me ....(the "you" is saying, neither is a partner going to cure all, this has to be by me, for me)
For my own sake.
So I must take my leave,
And find the me I need to be.
The key to find the things I need too much. .......(Get off you're arse and do something about it then, none of it will come knocking on you door. (thing, in the original was a typo, should be "things"))
I need no crutch, but find it difficult .....(I can do it on my own, but what is it I'm supposed to do)?
To touch upon the cure.
Though while the air can find my lungs .....(Well, you're not dead, so why not go out and see life, it's everywhere)
My hands can find the door.
For now, my head is sore with things
I think I think too much. ......(Yes dear, you've said before)
To stop the need is what I need. .....(Stop obessing)
To dry the well and clamber out. .......(Stop living in your head, get out more)
To scream and shout it from the roof tops, .....(I'm starting to get out and trying to change things)
“Give me strength for I’m not done”! .......(Decision made, off we go)
I do not want to stop the ride,
I’ve only just begun. ......(Things are starting to get better, I feel better)
It’s open wide, lets go outside
So I can close the door.
Turn my back
And look no more upon that wrack that was before. ...(a couple of small additions for greater clarity)
My private torture thinking room ............(my own head)
In which I think too much. .........(Yes dear, you said).
Original
[center]I think I think too much.
I think my head is much too full of things that have not need,
Yet consequences feed, indeed
I think I think too much
What I need in view
Is not you, but me
For my own sake.
So I must take my leave,
And find the me I need to be.
The key to find the thing I need too much.
I need no crutch, but find it difficult
To touch upon the cure.
Though while the air can find my lungs
My hands can find the door.
For now my head is sore with things
I think I think too much.
To stop the need is what I need.
To dry the well and clamber out.
To scream and shout it from the roof tops,
“Give me strength for I’m not done”!
I do not want to stop the ride,
I’ve only just begun.
It’s open wide,
But I must close the door.
Turn my back
And look no more upon that wrack.
My private torture thinking room
In which I think too much.[/center]
I think I think too much.
I think my head is much too full of things I do not need,
Yet consequences feed, indeed
I think I think too much.
What I need in view is me,
And put aside all else.
The doubt, the shame, the fear to breathe,
I leave them on the shelf.
The view outside is warm
And I would taste it for myself.
I kick away my crutch
At last, not hard to touch upon the cure.
For while the air can find my lungs
My hands can find the door.
Too long a hostage of my mind
Whilst aching for the sun.
If no one else can help me
Then I have to be the one.
So climb aboard, the greatest ride
Has only just begun.
Standing on the dawns first light
That spills it's gold across the floor,
I turn my back and look no more
Upon that wrack that was before.
My private torture thinking room
In which I thinks too much.
Revision No.1
I think I think too much. ...... (I know I'm obessing)
I think my head is much too full of things that have not need, ...... (about rubbish)
Yet consequences feed, indeed .......(I'ts making me unhappy)
I think I think too much. ........(Yes dear, you've said that already)
What I need in view ........(Don't look for the answers from someone else)
Is not you, but me ....(the "you" is saying, neither is a partner going to cure all, this has to be by me, for me)
For my own sake.
So I must take my leave,
And find the me I need to be.
The key to find the things I need too much. .......(Get off you're arse and do something about it then, none of it will come knocking on you door. (thing, in the original was a typo, should be "things"))
I need no crutch, but find it difficult .....(I can do it on my own, but what is it I'm supposed to do)?
To touch upon the cure.
Though while the air can find my lungs .....(Well, you're not dead, so why not go out and see life, it's everywhere)
My hands can find the door.
For now, my head is sore with things
I think I think too much. ......(Yes dear, you've said before)
To stop the need is what I need. .....(Stop obessing)
To dry the well and clamber out. .......(Stop living in your head, get out more)
To scream and shout it from the roof tops, .....(I'm starting to get out and trying to change things)
“Give me strength for I’m not done”! .......(Decision made, off we go)
I do not want to stop the ride,
I’ve only just begun. ......(Things are starting to get better, I feel better)
It’s open wide, lets go outside
So I can close the door.
Turn my back
And look no more upon that wrack that was before. ...(a couple of small additions for greater clarity)
My private torture thinking room ............(my own head)
In which I think too much. .........(Yes dear, you said).
Original
[center]I think I think too much.
I think my head is much too full of things that have not need,
Yet consequences feed, indeed
I think I think too much
What I need in view
Is not you, but me
For my own sake.
So I must take my leave,
And find the me I need to be.
The key to find the thing I need too much.
I need no crutch, but find it difficult
To touch upon the cure.
Though while the air can find my lungs
My hands can find the door.
For now my head is sore with things
I think I think too much.
To stop the need is what I need.
To dry the well and clamber out.
To scream and shout it from the roof tops,
“Give me strength for I’m not done”!
I do not want to stop the ride,
I’ve only just begun.
It’s open wide,
But I must close the door.
Turn my back
And look no more upon that wrack.
My private torture thinking room
In which I think too much.[/center]