
Random apples
Fall silently
On unknown Newtons
Random apples
Fall silently
On unknown Newtons
I realise my bad experience at the hospital will mean doctors
in Urgent Care will get more training
on angina especially atypical.
That is going to help many people in the future.
Even save lives
I think they thought I wanted money
We suffer the ill fortune of a brain
A mind that gives attention to ourself
We think and think and then we think again
It makes us into islands,not the main
And does it coldly, cruelly by its stealth
We think and think and then we think again
How this hyperactive mind gives pain
Causes sadness and decline in health.
We curse misfortune, thinking and our brain
Surely we must tell ourselves quite plain
Monologues internal tend to bolt
We think and think and then we think again
How we love to suffer and find fault
How treacherously we hurl ourselves to guilt
We suffer the misfortune of a brain
We think and think unless our mind is tamed
In my soul, the nerves are very long
I feel your pain,my own and everyone’s
Why must artists suffer as they sing?
On the wall their watercolours hang
From disordered blotches patterns spring
In my mind, the thoughts are very long
Of our hearts, we need them to expand
To see and make our visions can’t be wrong
Why must artists suffer as they sing?
We use our minds, we use our eyes and hands
Critics’ cruelty gives us mighty stings
In my mind, the threads are very long
On the sea shore,treasure lies in sand
Gulls soar squawking over seaborn fronds
Why do artists stutter as they sing?
To this earth we shall not freeze or cling
By the sea edge, shells laugh in the wind
In our flesh, the nerves are fine yet strong
Artists suffer but they make their songs