It's Thinking Out Loud

My dear Nerdfighters,

I beckon you to join  the linked facebook group. We are going to try and put together a music video for one of Hanks songs off of Incongruent.

Please join and Help out :D

Once I spoke only to the wall.

It was quiet but polite.

I looked for answers from it,

for it had heard all my questions.

I tried to bruise it or bully it for answers, but we both came back with cracks.

I don't believe that the wall is dumb.

At night it creaks and cracks and heaves and moans with it's ancient bones.

Unlike my friends however it doesn't tell me I'm wrong or right.

It gives me nothing more than a support for a roof, that stops the rain falling when it's cold.

Today I travelled across the country to go to a Keith Barry show. It was cancelled but it was for a family bereavement. Although I was disappointed I could only think of how genuine a reason it was. This led to a conversation with my mother about little happy things.

She told me about a man in New York who, when she was working there doing a few deliveries at a florist, would always give her a flower. A man in Salthill in a bakery that would give her a free muffin when it was raining. A garage man who was called out to repair a puncture, but didn't charge her for the call out. And just tonight we ordered pizza at the pizzeria down the road and the owner, Antonio, made my mother a tiramisu on the house.

I travelled to Sligo, it was a good day, my heart was lifted but never astray.

I offered my challenge but by half time, we were down 13 to nigh.

So we put out our hearts, and they could have been crushed, time ran against us, we were too rushed. 

Pride rang through our hearts, our lungs and our souls,we managed twelve points, and it made our blood burn.

We pushed through our shame, and clapped them away, then our coach told us it was a good game.

But we knew better, it could have been us, walking away in a proud mans way. 

Here we were once again, standing in a circle, stretching away the pain.

Now this really was a team, No one pointed at the blame, of what made our souls writhe and scream, ruining half a great game.

And I look at us now, from where we once started, how we've improved, and put our heart in.

Though our bodies were bruised and our minds were battered, we still over-thought, the run of the game, as if it still mattered.