where and also would anyone notice if i just was'nt here

Where?


You’re in tolerable she said that’s what you are now,

Me in tolerable to get there I don’t know how,

Well then you’re in flexible and you won’t bend or change,

Where’s in flexible for gods sake now your acting strange,

And your also in cahoots she said I heard you on the phone,

Well now if I’m in cahoots then i must not be there alone?

You are also in sane and I don’t think that you care,

But to go to in sane I reckon you have to be driven there,

I like to be in conclusions but I hear that you have to jump,

But then I fear that only you would get the hump,

Cognito would be nice if I could see that place,

There I’d be alone no one would recognise my face,

There have been times when I liked to visit doubt,

That was a bit confusing as to what it was all about,

Being in capable was a very tiring time,

But I went back to in flexible and everything was fine,

I can’t recall being in continent but I heard that place was hell,

Apart from no one speaking to you it appears there was a smell,

I did like being in sane though I didn’t have a lot to hide,

It was easy to get to family and friends all gave me a ride,

They sent me to Coventry once and I didn’t need a lift,

While there no one spoke to me they all had a mighty rift,

So I went on a bus jumping off at a place called conclusions,

Until I read the sign which said you are in total confusion,

While I there made a friend who liked wearing cowboy boots

He cleared things right away and we headed back to in cahoots,

In tolerable wasn’t far away from cahoots where I was at now,

I’d have to go there alone as we were having the same old row,

But you said I was in flexible and you began to shout,

I think I’d be better off if I’d have stayed in doubt,

I reckon that in cognito is a place I’d like to be,

Or for the sake of peace and quiet maybe sent to Coventry,

But in all the places that you say I’ve been this day,

Just once I’d like to go some place where I could have a say.


Anyone notice?


Would anyone notice if I just wasn’t here,

Might they miss something that used to be near?

And having missed it would they really mind,

Or would it be like one thing you just cannot find,

Who would care if I just didn’t bother?

My name forgotten from one person to another,

Is it really worth the time to think,

That someone cares whether I swim or sink,

If I appeared to be missing would someone look?

Or am I a passing thought that time it took,

A fleeting image or a smiling face,

That used to be there but now an empty space,

A stool or chair just there on the floor,

Bereft of presence I would sit no more,

Will it please you to look at that seat?

Knowing once sat there a strong heart beat,

And thought on words and deeds to ponder,

But felt it best to sit on that seat no longer,

Could I be gone or lost in thought,

With worries from which all life is fraught,

Having taken time in which to slumber,

Would anyone call or have my number,

Recalled some years later inside your head,

An afterthought but long since dead,

How long before anyone would think it’s changed,

There’s something missing it seems to be strange,

While sat here thinking if I just wasn’t here,

I’d miss the things that I hold dear,

And in missing things so dear to me,

I’ll hold them close and set them free,

And should I behold that empty seat,

I’ll sit perhaps some friends to greet,

And offer them time a smile and a drink,

And float with them we’ll never sink,

Someone would notice and always take care,

In death as in life are memories held dear.

12 June 2012