town

Bound

Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

 

And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace

 

Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

 

Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean

 

For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea

 

For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground

Capital City

The bright lights

City dwellers

The busy tube

And market sellers. 

London Eye

Big Ben

Encompassed in 

Their urban den.

Mayfair, Chelsea and

Oxford Street

The hum-drum

Of commuters' feet.  

Tourists flock

To see the sights

At Heathrow

From long-haul flights.

The winding Thames

The towering Shard

Buckingham Palace

And beefeater guards. 

City of London

Is the name

No other place

Can be the same.

 

The Frown Syndrome People

Frown Syndrome people are nothing new,
I think they've been here before me or you,
Around and around on the merry-go-round,
They frown if they're white, and they frown if they're brown.

 

They frown in the city, and frown in the town,

When asked to stop frowning,
They will frown at you and say,
"I'll have to stand on my head,
Because this frown won't go away."

 

They will frown in the morning, and they'll frown in the night,
They will frown in the darkness, and frown in the light,
Those Frown Syndrome people, can become quite a sight!
I'm beginning to think that it just is not right!

 

We might smile, and greet them, with gracious 'hellos',
We might bring them some presents in boxes and bows,
We might paint them a smile with pretty pink crayons,
But no matter how pretty, smiles just never stay on!

 

The doctor is eager to give them a pill,
But the frowning comes back when he sends them the bill,
Some say that a hug could help brighten their day,
But the Frown Syndrome people don't like hugs, they say.

 

I think variations in people will be,
Underneath every syndrome we'll find,
If we look with our hearts beauty's easy to see,
What we miss when just using our mind.

 

 

© 2013

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About what people just are... love them anyway.