What can one write in three minutes, that can be worth anything.
If only I could stop the clock and buy myself some more time. Yet the challenge of leaving three minutes worth of thoughts here appeals to me.
I am thinking about my walk to work and how different nights at a fast food chain can be depending on the night of the week.
And with that three minutes are over. I’m sad to see them go.
Time never stops it keeps on growing
Even when these old bones are screaming and moaning
Life should be lived like it’s a wild ride
There are way too many things I want to do before I die
Another year passes and I’m working the grind
Can’t escape the routine it’s gonna eat me alive
Little steps do something new everyday
So when my time comes I can say I did it my way
~The Incidental Scribe
Oh yes, I can take off years, but are you really seeing me. Does this face tell the story of my life or the experience you should see? What if I was to tone it down? How would the next picture be?
More lines and blemishes still this could take a while. I’m not made of plastic or a painting with Mona Lisa’s smile. What if there was no filter? Would I still be in style?
There are my laugh lines and freckles, all the things that make me real. This is the face that does not let others say how I should look or feel. So ladies if you’re with me stop these beauty ills.
Time is all that stands between us
As I sit here pondering life
Tick tock goes the clock
And still you have not arrived
I just wait and wait for you to show
And fill the depths of my soul
Oh delivery driver please hurry up
I’m hungry….that is all
~ The Incidental Scribe
Here I lie trying to stop time with my mind
I focus, physically reach out to grab it and sigh
Once again the stream slips through my fingers
Time laughs at me as it is powerful and unkind
I’m running out of it and all I can do is ask why
Frustrated by the echos of wasted time that lingers
Life is too short to sit and try to stop the flow
We need to just go out and live our goals and dreams
Stop blaming time for the wasted days and look to us
I will tackle this mortality problem, you know
The answer is really a whole lot easier than it seems
No more wasting moments is how to do it, it really is a must
~ The Incidental Scribe
The world thinks I’m a diva
But I wish they’d only see
It’s all an act, it’s really a game
The persona is not really me
I’m really insecure and shy
Even on the stage I’m terrified
So I over compensate and lie
Because the fake bravado allows me to hide
Then there is you by my side
You see the good and the bad
You kiss me when I’m smiling
You hold me when I’m sad
So please be honest with me
Tell me if I’ve gone to far
I don’t care what the rest of the world thinks
I just want to be your star
~ The Incidental Scribe
Standing on the shore watching myself drown
Trying to keep my head above the waves but I know I’m going down
If I can’t learn to let go of all life’s weights
My self, my life , my love will be forsaked
I keep looking for a life saver to help me out again
Not finding the strength to just pull through and swim
But just when things seem at their worst I know I’m not alone
Suddenly you are there holding me and bringing me home
~The Incidental Scribe
