I�m sitting here in such a state,
My laughter just would not abate.
It started right down deep within,
Then spread like wildfire to my chin.
It burst across my face so fast,
It knocked me sideways with the blast.
Then rocked the world and shamed the sun,
But it had only just begun.
My head went backwards with such force,
I�m sure I felt my eyes divorce.
My nose then caused a sonic boom,
My cheeks lit up like Harvest Moon,
My ears went red, my tongue turned blue
And all because I thought of you.
Then it turned into a smile,
From end to end was a half a mile,
My muscles ached; my jaw went slack,
I peeled my eyelids off my back.
I held my sides to ease the pain
And rest, until it starts again.
I need to get away again,
soothe the soul and ease the pain
End the search, stop the task
and hide once more behind the mask
I�m tired of this, of faith and hope;
of optimism, I cannot cope
I need to rest, to close my eyes
and stop the quest for starry skies
The Peter Pan in me has reigned,
but now must leave; it�s pre-ordained
The time has come to hang up my smile, to leave behind the wondering child
It�s my turn now, the one to moan
and be the miserable one on my own
Pessimist my middle name,
life isn�t really just a game
Maturity, it takes my breath
and leads me to an early death
I say goodbye to much loved toys,
to childhood friends, girls and boys
The dust collects on memories past;
those happy times, they were my last
The autumn of my life now calls;
steps like leaves begin to fall
The road it waits for me to go,
to find my final place and so
I leave you this, a final rhyme
and now I journey on� it�s time
Let's take a magic carpet ride
through starlit summer's night we'll glide
Across the sleepy meadow pass
See teardrops glisten on the grass
against a velvet inky sky
we'll share our dreams, just you and I
Your creamy flesh upon my tongue makes my taste buds dance,
I close my eyes and realise I'm living in a trance,
Your soft brown skin, I take within and savour mouthfuls each,
What a shame you're not a girl but just a flippin peach
This road I'm on is awfully quiet, there's no-one else around
Of course it means I can run and jump and shout and leap and bound
But the echoes coming back to me are empty, cold and raw
And the signs that told me where to go seem less clear than before
Do I know which route to take, which path will give me peace
Or will I wander aimlessly, seeking my release?
Green box, red box
If I was of card, it'd not be so hard to find a fresh start, somewhere new.
If I were a can, instead of a man, I'd return full of beans... or irn bru.
If I was old news, I'd not have the blues - they still have a use for them too.
So give me a box, coloured, no locks and I'll wait by the roadside for you.