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Oh boy I am so coy I once thought

Skating perilously round and round
an icerink floor trying ever so hard
not to fall

Just incase i make other people laugh 
and have a joke at my expense 

Been there done that a million times before
no need to back there again of that I'm sure

So what's the point what am I doing here
after all I don't even like to skate or be cold

Maybe I just like doing things I am not
cut out to do

So I can be the 1st to say today was just 1 
of those days I often get to name a few and
damnit curse my rotten luck 

But at least the view from down here is
crystal clear perfect weather to fly away 
from here or have a cocktail outside on 
a pavement cafe

And slowly watch the time slip away
and people pass me by almost as if 
I was the invisible man

Then finally head off home to take a
shower or a bath to warm my insides up

Then go to bed safe in the knowledge knowing
I have 1 day to deal with less than yesterday

Best put my skates on then hadn't I as time
is surely running out for me to master the
clarinet in time for fall

When I am due to play the darling bud's of may
to tea cups in central park for an audience
of one

Either way I've marked the date out in
my diary and mean to be here come
what may

Unless life somehow gets in the way
and has other plans in store for me
well that's also ok fine by me

Because I don't think in all honesty
they had any intention of coming
anyway

As people say oh so many things without
ever meaning a single word of them 

Simply passing pleasantries off to pretend
they care and leave you hanging thinking
they actually meant to call you back

Something's in life are really best and should
be kept left unsaid 

Some sentences neither begun lest finished 

Until the dead are finally laid to rest and
painful memories of the departed gone 
away as well and taken with them

As so tonight come strike of 12 o'clock 
a brand new day may begin and we can 
all start a fresh once more 

Until 1 minute past 12 o'clock comes around 
and all the previous shine and hope starts 
wearing the gloss off 

And then reality kick's back in and begins to bite 
with it's endless sharpened lock jaw clenching
jagged teeth 

And so begins another matinee show
regarding life's day to day average everyday 

But rather catch the evening show it's
easier to swallow in the dark with a
stiff drink in tow to soften the blow
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