My head doesn't fit my shoulders today
feels like it belongs to someone else
someone who's asleep.. or dead
because this one is full of cotton wool and candy floss
and doesn't work properly
maybe it's the brain inside
there must be lots of room in there
because it's all over the place
thoughts here, thinking there,
mind wandering every ****** where
i can't grasp a single thought and see what it is
not one of them will stay still long enough
for me to hold it to the light and say
"ah yes... i should be doing " ...**** i forget
everything just slips through the cracks and nothing holds fast
i've lost brain cells somewhere i'm sure of it ..
you know.. the ones that make the brain work properly
probably in my bed
or has slipped down behind the nightstand
all i can think of is how much i can't think straight
i know i am always a little bit 'Phoebe'
always a little quirky.. odd maybe
i can't help that
and i don't always think in a straight line anyway
but i need my own head today
i have a very busy day ahead .. i think
probably..
but my head is full of cotton wool and candy floss
and my mind..
it's just not there.

I spy with my little eye
somethin' begining with me
thinkin' you're all that
lets just wait and see
takes a real good kickin'
to really get me down
I punch above my weight
and swim so I don't drown
take a nice big bite
chew it nice and slow
last orders mate
It's time for you to go
don't just ******' stand there
wantin' a reach around
sup up sunshine
this time your goin' down
don't come at me all balshy
pushin' me around
six feet's a good depth
you won't make a sound
so step into my parlour
and we'll have a little 'chat'
tell mummy you ain't home for  tea
cos you ain't coming back

you are the most beautiful music there is
every verse tells a story
of a full life
a lover
a fighter
a gentle heart
a battle fought
and lost

the chorus sings
of love and hope
of death and loss
finding your way
forgiveness and regret

and no matter the words
no matter the melody
no matter how quietly
you still sing your beautiful song

the song is you
so sing your heart out
and never forget how to dance
never forget you own this song
it's yours to sing
so sing it

I'm going to close my eyes
and step away
for a little while at least.
It is my fervent hope
that i have walked gently
among your poems.
And with all my heart
i hope i have never kicked up the dust
made a fuss
nor been unkind.
I can only hope that my words were enough,
whether it be an "oh that's lovely"
to a " ******* you're a genius"...
i hope they were enough.
I think i will come back...
maybe
probably
i don't know.
All i do know is that
this fluffy little bear
is going on an adventure.

I have tried to fly
but don't think it's for me
trying on wings
just so i could see

Most they were pretty
and some of them small
but this little bear
couldn't fly at all

Some were so grand
and some were just plain
i tried them all on
again and again

And each time i tried
to fly in mid air
it didn't feel right
being way up there

So i'll leave it to those
who have their own wings
and let them fly high
where their music sings

And most little bears
just want to be free
to wander the woods
so that's where i'll be

And I will stay here
i'll make my own sound
and sing my own song
where my feet touch the ground.

No my baby
your monsters aren't real
now go back to sleep
there's no big deal

Yes my love
have the sweetest of dreams
it's just shadows you see
and dancing moonbeams

No little one
it's not your monsters you see
no need to be frightened
they are here for me

Yes my child
mummy knows how to fight
i'll be right back
night night sleep tight