The dark and quiet night is stark
And filled with desolation
The pain that is deep in my heart
Is more than isolation
Why do we want to escape the past
And forget the precious moment
When we can try and hopefully outlast
The fleeting enchantment
Alone and dreaming of nothingness
I hope one day I’ll stop wondering
If I’m really afraid of loneliness
Or have I merely been procrastinating
I must make an effort to let go
Painful memories and sufferings
Our love is not just at a plateau
It’s time to stop pretending
Pouring away my special tea
Is like pouring away my love
Nothing can be done about the tea
But I’ll not let thrown my love
The rain is suddenly pouring
And strong winds are howling
To seek shelter I’ll keep running
Without pause to a safe finishing
It seems love and hate are intertwined –
Both love and hate demand freedom
When love is gone, hate is not far behind
When hate surfaces there’ll be doom
Receeding waves will rise again
Butterflies will seek out flowers again
Your promise I recall with pain
‘Cos love is gone and my wish is in vain
Once love is frozen
Everything becomes still
Tears are not chosen
But overcome with strong will
How do I hold your heart
How do I not think of you
Now that we’re far apart
The future threatens to go askew
I’ve tried not to dream of you
I tell myself repeatedly
That laughter is long overdue
But I somehow freeze suddenly
When things become hard
I must not be shocked
Mistakes I can disregard
But my willpower must not be locked
How long does one wait
Before true love comes along?
Wouldn’t it be great
If it’s something that’s lifelong?
Decades ago I was youthful
Full of yearning nd passion
Today I discover you’ve been untruthful
And realise you gave me only a ration
Is there a declaration not in vain?
Are sacrifices and pains real?
Could you make it more plain
What your adoration conceal?
There’s no way I can accept
That we’ll go on pretending
That our love is past and swept
As you’ll always be condescending
It does not take liqour
For me to be drunk
It is actually quicker
If your love is sunk
It’s difficult to erase
The image of your smile
But I’ll learn to replace
That with what’s worthwhile
I’ll try not to recall
How you were my world
And made it seem so small
When secrets were unfurled
It’s best I keep busy
And learn from experience
Instead of staying dizzy
And cry of inexperience
If there’s a tomorrow
What would you embrace?
If there’s no tomorrow
How could we interlace?
There’re things we can’t deny:
Some things are overblown
But others we comply
Or hope we can postpone
We’ll remind ourselves to be aware
Of how we must forge on
But we forgot beauty was just there
Waiting for us like chiffon
Who is really concerned
Whether we’re cold or not?
If no more hurt is turned
Would we be in a knot?
This is quite an interesting book compiled by John Lloyd, John Mitchinson and James Harkin. I shall list only 20 of the 1,234 examples:
- The face of the average man has 30,000 whiskers.
- The world champ of French Scrabble doesn’t speak French.
- There are nineteen languages on Earth with only one speaker left.
- It takes 50 glasses of water to grow the orange to make one glass of orange juice.
- Most Indonesians speak Indonesian as a second language.
- There are four million songs on Spotify that have never been played.
- Composer Erik Satie only ate white food.
- The Pope is not allowed to be an organ donor because his body “belongs to the church”.
- The Wright brothers only flew together once. Their father forbade it in case they crashed.
- Newspapers correct fewer that 2% of their mistakes.
- Rod Stewart lost his job as a wallpaper designer because he was colour-blind.
- Abraham Lincoln was a licensed bartender.
- More people in the world have mobile phones that have flush toilets.
- Japan is home to 5.52 million vending machines.
- There is a city in Japan called Obama.
- Jack Nicholson once got detention in school every single day for a year.
- Humans have shorter attention spans than goldfish.
- Issac Newton walked out of the only opera he ever attended.
- Emily Bronte, who wrote Wuthering Heights, and Kate Bush, who sang Wuthering Heights, were both born on 30 July, 140 years apart.
- Two people die, somewhere on Earth, every second.