One man’s isolation
Is another’s reflection
One woman’s solitude
Is another’s introspection
It’s all about perspective
It’s all about perception
One boy’s loneliness
Is another’s meditation
One girl’s seclusion
Is another’s contemplation
It’s all about perspective
It’s all about perception
The calming, steady hand of sobriety For days and weeks and months Holds and comforts Soothes and cools Dilutes the cruel Guiding the hours And steering the minutes Sheltering from showers And looming
The bronzen dale lay bathed Lit gold by the late-day sun Wonderfully, Gloriously swathed While the light warns of night-time to come The fading bracken paints Vivaciousness stained on the hill While l
His broken heart won’t mend But he’s laying down foundations To simply walk again With lowered expectations One foot before the next Is what he aims to do Its nowt that can’t be mended With a metric l