Central Nervous System

Comfort? Sofa chair pacifying words

A touch on the shoulder to tell me that you'd heard

Understanding to attention just in case you heard it wrong

A fear of contradiction cos your feeling can't belong

To this given situation that no-one can take away

A smile, a nervous glance, "Well I'll be back some other day"

But you really had to go and left this atmosphere behind

So now it's back to circumstance, solutions hard to find

As I turn the burning embers of a past that recently

I'd found harder to remember than I thought was good for me

But once confirmed the truth had pulled that 'recently' to shreds

Now the obvious lies bleeding and the future holds my breath

Shall I turn the page and start again?

Or throw the book away

Shall I tell you of these feelings?

Or find something new to say?

It's the act of making choices

Asking questions, hearing voices

Mixing pain and self-resentment

With a knowledge that contentment

Is a process of selection

Cos in every situation

There are good and bad directions you can go

You can wallow in the fantasy

Regenerating memories

Or use the open scenery

Impulse flow more easily

If all the good things disappear for what seems like eternity

Remember you created them by being what you'll always be

Receiving input, giving back what makes you tick in time

Natural instinctive tack running up the spine

Use your central nervous system

To help make up your mind

Looking out with indecision

Wastes a lot of time

If it feels good take the risk

And here I am talking like this

And saying 'you' instead of 'me'...

Experience is globally perceived as being basically

a common sense capacity to understand the variety of influence upon the way we are

Having gone so far

There is no reasoning can stop us once we've reasoned what we've got