Please don’t leave me with my thoughts
I’m so scared what they can do
Please sit, stay, and talk
Keep my mind distracted from turning blue.
Don’t leave me left alone
With these stones, among these walls
That’s when my mind starts to roam
I feel alone, and darkness calls.
© Daniel Breslin
You see me as a know it all
So you want to prove I don’t know you
And to top it off
I often speak as if I do.
So you play all of these games
See how much I will go through
I hope when we’re done playing
You see I only played along for you.
I hope you have what you needed
Whatever it is, if even you do
And I’ll miss the life in me breathed
Every time I spent time with you.
There were times that we connected
No matter the games in view
And you’ll be a person always respected
No matter who else may have played the game too.
Hope you see my intent
Realise it was always true
And the only backwards steps went
Were the ones I gladly went with you.
© Daniel Breslin
Traffic rages on the street
People rushing, got people to meet
Places to go, things to do
Deals to make, people to screw.
Tyre’s screeching
Horns beeping
People dashing
Close to crashing
Lights flashing
Shouts of passion
As cars are thrashing
Their way home
All this madness
Somehow strangely
Makes me feel
A little bit alone.
© Daniel Breslin
Do you see the person
Or do you see the role?
Do you see the person?
Do you see the soul?
Do you see the being?
Do you see the life?
Or are you only seeing
What you choose or like?
If we see the human
Devoid of everything else
When we see another
We will also see ourself.
Do you see the person
Or do you see the role?
Do you see the person?
Do you see the soul?
© Daniel Breslin
I get so scared sometimes, when I think about my life.
You only get one,
And I’ve wasted so much time and energy on fruitless endeavours.
I have walked paths I’ve never wanted, wasted time and acted the fool.
I have loved, and lost. Loved and given up, for foolish ambition
and moronic virtue. I want so much to be successful, to lead a life that will
better my own and those around me. To give myself, self worth, self confidence, and self esteem.
I lie awake sometimes and feel nothing but panic, with thoughts of all I have lost misvalued
and let slip away. As I question what it is I have to offer and where those offerings should be placed.
I do not crave fame, adulation, or adoration. I do crave appreciation, self satisfaction, and a field in which to progress.
But what is that field?
How does one know their path? And that all the lows experienced along that path, are worth experiencing, because that’s your fucking path?
Can one know? Or does a persons fear of taking a new path force them to have steeled determination in the one they’re on?
As much as I feel I can not allow myself to be a failure in life. Not in the short term but in the whole, I realise at times I can, and that’s what drives me, though where it drives me I don’t know.
Am I more a thinker than a doer? And if that’s the case, why the hell can’t I think of what to do?
All of my heroes or people I look up to in life, are people who’ve achieved or done something new.
I have done nothing. My drunken excursions fill me with shame as I waste my life’s talents on drugs and bar stools, as the saying goes, I waste precious time ‘on the nights I can’t remember, with the people I’ll never forget’ though that doesn’t lead me where I want or to who.
I have not yet fully grown up and become a man, I’m a boy in mans clothing or so I feel at times. I am stressed when I shouldn’t be, scared when I should be fearless like the young. I am 28 afraid of 40 and 30 is soon to come.
‘What’s that?’
‘Your one on the telly?’
‘Give her one would ya?’
“Yeah I would’
‘If she was lucky’
‘What’
‘I’m grand yeah’
“Yeah I’ll have another’
‘Same again’
‘Sure what the fuck else would I be at?’
‘What the fuck else would I be at?’
© Daniel Breslin
I shall not grieve
For he who has lived
Retreat into sorrow
God forbid.
For he who has lived
Shall not be mourned
For life was his
And well it was worn.
© Daniel Breslin
We can’t always be up
We can’t always be high
It’s as okay to laugh
As it’s as okay to cry.
It’s a human experience
Reading this, that’s you
Sharing the experience
Is the best we can do.
We can’t always be smiling
We can’t always shine
Sometimes we’re tired
Sometimes we’re not fine.
Sometimes we have our dips
Sometimes we have our falls
Sometimes we seal our lips
Sometimes we build our walls.
Sometimes we need a little help
Sometimes we need a little rest
Sometimes we need to just think of self
Give others a little less.
We can’t always be flying
We can’t always give
But if we keep on trying
There’s some glorious days to live.
And on those days
When we give and come together
The world will amaze in ways
Till you’ve never felt better.
So keep on pushing
When the world pushes about
When the world says fuck you
Push your fucking chest out.
If you can keep your measure
Like a hidden treasure
When it gets too stormy weather
We’ll fight the bitch together.
© Daniel Breslin