Personal Demons

It needs only half a mind

To have demons of some kind

And those which make one doubt

Are the hardest to cast out

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Some trouble the happy state

With worries over fate

Others sneer at good intention

And distract your full attention

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If you would push these demons back

Counter every cruel attack

It can calm your mind like stone

To remember you are not alone

Fellow Passengers

There was a young man from Hull

Whose train journeys were seldom dull

On his travels to the South, someone would open their mouth

And come out with nothing but bull

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Work done he would homeward race

Trying to protect his very own space

He thought the carriage too small, for anyone else at all

So intruders were glared out of the place

Flying

Why, oh why, can I not fly

To chase the birds across the sky

Soar on thermals over the land

Pass above the sea and sand

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Laugh at those in gravity’s maw

Earth-bound terrestrial plodding corps

Whilst I pierce silvered fleeting clouds

Divorced from two dimensional crowds

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Feel the lift above my wings

Glory exceeding the heights of kings

Eschew the paths mankind must tread

Know freedom of the winds instead