Viral Menace

31 Monday Jan 2022

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Too many choices to think about
while a threatening virus is still around
plans for coming summer have been made
with fingers crossed they will not fail

Past couple of years were not hard enough
hard times are ahead and seems not to be far
a war is about to break out once again for peace
can all these bad situations end now please?

Things to consider when things go bad
nothing is for certain which can be sad
yet it is good for bad things to come to an end
and let us all live healthy in peace for real this time my friend

Sweet Floyd
31.01.2022

Consistency Concerns

31 Friday Dec 2021

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The feeling of something coming near to the end
gets you in the mood for achieving more my friend
yet be careful for it might stress you up a bit
and surely there’s no need for such a treat

It’s so hard to remain consistent in this routine
as every new thing gets squeezed in between
the rest of the “tasks” that need to be done
and slowly you realize that it is indeed not fun

Consistency needs sacrifices you have to make
on top of all the chances you had so far to take
perhaps we should be flexible with it in a way
be able to pull the strings loosely within the day

Yet the greatest concern of all of them to think about
lies within the fact that there’s no control all around
there’s always these things which are out of your control
and make you think eventually there can be no consistency at all

Sweet Floyd
31.12.2021

One More Last Time

29 Wednesday Sep 2021

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I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again
I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again
I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again
I never kept that promise yet again

Last time was the last time I would cheat myself
Last time was the last time I would cheat myself
Last time was the last time I would cheat myself
This time is the last time I will cheat myself

Countless “last times” for what the heart desires
kind of like addiction kind of like burning fires
there’s nothing to compete with this great lie
you know there will be one more last time

Sweet Floyd
29.09.2021

Floored

15 Sunday Aug 2021

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Nine years later I find myself down on the ground again

And I realised not many things have changed since then

But nine years is a lot of time if you think about it really

A lot of things have changed, you just didn’t realise it silly

In the advent of things that will change your life for good

You didn’t get to play with them enough, you stayed put

Waiting for the next ones that will come and lift you up

You are still on the wait because you do not notice it love

Nothing to worry about probably it’s just the way you are

Down on the ground, physically and mentally, waiting from afar

Sweet Floyd
15.08.2021

Prevalent Dementia

17 Saturday Jul 2021

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The times have taken me a few years back
when grandpa was alive and everything in luck
he could understand who I was and call my name
often to guide and teach me as I was hard to tame

The work that needed to be done had no pay
the return was everything he did and say
it took me years to actually figure it out
I ‘m not sure however if now he would be proud

The memories eventually will most likely fade away
it’s impossible in fact to carry them with all the way
the memories are kept alive by those left behind
they cannot be kept forever in just one’s mind

for the one at some point will pass away…

Sweet Floyd
06.07.2021

Block

20 Sunday Jun 2021

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There suddenly comes an appealing thought
to abandon everything and block it all
things that have been in my possession for years
as well as habits, games, social media and peers

Block everything and everyone out of my mind
for the mind’s peace I ‘ve been trying to find
I ‘m being selfish right now and that I know
but I need some time every once in while alone

It is not simple and not easy as it sounds
the block cannot be effective when in chaos
even this needs a plan of execution but why
the execution, you know, is always hard to apply

In fear not to forget, I keep forgetting things
things that matter most to me; people not just things
these are the parts of my life I do not want to block
these are the bits of me that will get me back strong

Concentration has started to get weakened as it seems
I may unwillingly start losing my connection to a lot of these
yet I come back to them in some weird unexplainable way
finding peace through them; is an understatement to say

Yeah, you can’t set a block on those… you just can’t

Sweet Floyd
20.06.2021

High Pressure

30 Sunday May 2021

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Simply adding more and more
there’s no such thing “I ‘ll do it all”
unless you find ways to be helped
eventually you will be wrecked

You ‘ve been there before I know
but this is an excuse to not let go
clear you head and think again
you don’t want all of them to end

Constantly under pressure is really bad
before you move on take a step back
think ahead for a while and decide
is this how you want to move on in life?

Sweet Floyd
30.05.2021

She’s going away…

30 Friday Apr 2021

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She’s leaving and I can’t ask her to stay
I have no other choice and I ‘m going astray
while my life is a mess and great at the same time
I ‘d love her to stay and be my partner in crime

The romantic side of me certainly won’t be enough
and I ‘d push her away by pretending to be tough
I guess there’s no other way than saying it out loud
and hoping for a reaction that we can work this out

Of all the girls around that I could have chosen by now
none of them inspires me so much like she does somehow
would I be too selfish if I would ask her to stay
I have no other choice, I ‘m really going astray

Sweet Floyd
30.04.2021

The Last Walk IX: Late

31 Wednesday Mar 2021

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The memory remains inside my mind
a heavy day for the soul to get by
now that the number has turned nine
I was late yet I managed to pass by

The walk we took that day in the afternoon
it will never fade at least not anytime soon
there is progress in what we talked through
however minor which makes me feel blue

With all the things piling up to be done
I wonder if I ‘ll manage or just give up
this doubt wasn’t there during the last walk
but the exact opposite: way up above and more

Sweet Floyd
31.03.2021

Losing Balance

21 Sunday Feb 2021

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Reality is changing for each and every one of us
our minds are replacing it with digital counterparts
until we reach the point where reality has taken the shift
and is nothing more than just a context for the body to exist

People are getting lonely and they show that every day
all the time on their phones, mostly trying to convey
themselves on social media and platforms of their choice
avoiding to physically interact with anyone, pretending to rejoice

There is no balance in all of this and no one seems to care
absorbed on shiny touch screens, sometimes all they do is stare
lost in their minds with the idea of an effortless success
a false perception put in their heads, that only causes stress

The plan is that there is no plan and people are getting by
one after the other, these digital worlds, promote the same lie
and people are buying it because they think they are in control
just because they have the power to endlessly perform a scroll

What is normal from now on?

Sweet Floyd
21.02.2021