melody
to the left i lean... it is my arm... my helper... my guide... leading in my writing... my art... my part which reaches out and grasps that which is held out for me to hold... the part which reaches out to hold up another... the part which reaches out holding food for the hungry... the shoulder which is strong enough to hold a weary head, a tired body, the one who has sorrows too heavy to bare... it is my left to which my god has given his right arm....
positively, it is true... the secret... is bullshit! positively... doesn't get you anything anymore than having enough money in your bank fills your heart with blessings... that is it... positively my angle on it... anyway... sounds negative... but the truth does, doesn't it... and about the only thing i know that can give you or your life any positively inspiring chance is to see the truth, accept it... and then act on it! and that may not be all i have to say about that... woah... was just thinking how you would write about that word if it wasn't all pretty in mauve set on a grey background... like if it was bright red on a black background.... anyway, it's not... and the timer has run out and for the first time i have carried on writing and that just gets me... and once again i realise how positively school and having the instruction pumped into you so much so that when you are an adult you forget that you now can just have a go at breaking the rules... and once ya break them... you see that it is just a bloody illusion... arrrrrgh!
not necessarily found right now...? found before you even knew it was missing...? found when you least expected to be looking for something...? found before you knew it...or maybe just not necessarily as lost as ya thought!
it's the same as before... is there truelly nothing new under the sun... maybe just different ways of saying things... or not. just feeling that you may have never felt that way before... makes it worth it...doesn't it?