movement

it’s not always about the price
when you’re trying to reach your goal
sometimes you have to walk cracked tiles
to find the blue sky of delight
and it’s not a quick walk it’s a timely
stroll, there is a strong motion

that i must pass you by, but i’m pulled back by other emotions
who want me to pay the price
for something i haven’t done, time after time
doesn’t make it any easier, it’s passed and you’ve missed your goal
and you’re stood at the turquoise ocean of delight
but you blink and you’re stood on the kitchen tiles

that you forgot to paint, unpainted tiles
create a motion
of carelessness, and i’m delighted
that we choose a pricey
orange because my goal
is to be as colourful as possible, watch the time

it moves fast and time
waits for no one, this place is like a glass tile
fragile to touch but beautiful to look at, if this is the goal
i think we’ve achieved it, but i have a strong motion
to rip it out and start again, what a price
to pay for an undecisive delightfully

annoying mind that can’t decide what delightful
colour to paint