A thousand excuses
Not to be yours
A thousand images
Of what could go wrong
All brilliant ways
To waste my days
All a cunning ploy
Not to savour life
or take time to enjoy
All a sinister plan
To keep me trapped, confined
Even though love could never be defined
And nobody could ever tell me
That the love that I am living
Is somehow skewed,
Or misleading
Is there a right road to take?
Or are there chances, coincidences,
More or less enjoyable experiences?
Are we going somewhere,
Or are we standing still,
Trying to feel
As much love as we can
As much love as we can take
After a thousand excuses
And a handful of heartbreaks?
Spirit of Tara 