I Choose Voices

Workaholic and selfish
I don't have time for relationships
a slew of fair weathered friendships
a ton of late night parties
Then I disappear

So many options
I can't be everything to everyone
Nor something to just one
Unless I am someone to me
Center of my own universe

I work hard and I play hard
and in between I sleep

I choose my patients over my friends
I choose my patience over my friends
Until the weekend
I choose my voice then

Callous and cold
I say yes then I say no
but part of me feels like
you had your chance
and now it's my turn.

We all choose
In the end
yes we do

I don't regret my choices
do you?
I don't regret my voices,
either.

It's painful but I do, choose my guitar over you.

The Same Conversations

She went back in Los Angeles

sitting around the living room

everyone was still having the same conversations

saying the same old thing

talking about the same things

over and over again

nothing has changed

She was back in London

It's good to see all my old friends

and have some tea with you again

But you're all still ill

having the same conversations

saying the same things over and over

Nothing has changed

I see your face

You're still going to the same parties

Still going to the same parties

In your red party dress

Nothing stays the same

but nothing has really changed

I now seem some more lines on your face

I now seem some more age and maybe grace

I now see you falling from disgrace

unless you change the pace

the story never changes

and we are all the same

And I'm glad I'm not an actress

I guess I'm glad I'm not an actress

For, who places these words on the city scape

Who is the one trying so hard to please

trying so hard to fit in

Who is the one trying to hide ?

Where is this space so-called safe?