Words apart

Those people Who savour Messin' round With words Have something Connect them Cross Disparate Worlds

Stories

Go back a hundred years Go back two Go back a thousand years Go back a few It's all the same story Justice Love And war Innocence And evil And yet We want more

Too much art

Artists adore A little more To cope with this They sing Or draw

It would be too embarrassing to meet heroes

I've noticed These days I don't like the idea  Of meeting any of my heroes Whose chief creative outputs Lie outside of music And I've not really tried to understand that before But I was trying to tonight And I think I get it now It's that I know they'd be smart enough To fully…