Writing reams of nothingness down to remind me I'm not above it
Reading back I saw a child sadness I'd kind of renounced
Fear not rivers of blood nor tears but more like the smooth tiny pebble you follow downstream washed by the river now flooding your family house
A healthy cynicism's fine protection because if you never mean anything you're never wrong
Basking sharks may fall in my path but only one thing will stand in my way
When you find that truce what if they don't like what it has to say?
Will the walls come crashing down in your heart
Will you retreat in that familiar place and stay and wait in relieved silence?
When tired of life and all conceit
Re-aim your craft for quieter waters
Hide out till the scene dies down
Cos growing weary and callous is not what bravery is