Nyla had me.

Some run towards

and run their whole life

so blind they barely survive

some think you'll get struck

and live life going by luck

some forever plan

and think too hard

some run away

but are never fast enough

some will have it all

and still want more

i don't know for sure

but i do believe 

the thunderbolts in us all

open yourself to the storm

and the world is yours

what else are you searching for?

Nyla had me weak at the knees

i would stare at her door for weeks

ready with a fist but afraid to knock

she had afro hair and denim shorts

white porcelain skin we smoked a lot

was the most talented artist i ever saw

a world in itself she must love to draw.
when she left i knew it was all my fault
at the door of my ymca i saw only her note
"sean i had a great time but I'm going back home"
understand i didn't properly let her in
too scared to befriend someone i honestly loved.

Aimee called me lightfoot

she liked to keep me at bay

always a lover but with friends

it was something she couldn't say

last time i tried to impress a snob

gave too much love and now

i again regret the times I lost
She's the prettiest soul i ever knew
and every kiss she gave made me feel brand new
But i tried too hard, gave too much
and she liked the want, but was in too deep
it ended with both of us in place we didn't want to be
a storm can't be forced in, i learnt that tough.

Some throw theirs to strike fear
giving warning to those yet to see the unknown

Some use their gifts towards financial growth
some silence theirs because they have no self-worth
Some are nervous what the have isn't enough
and get tough hurting others who are unafraid of love
it's the look, in they eye he gave,
that wondered at what point you never felt the waves
because a lot of men in london live for moments gone
we where so scared of the angry, gangsters of kilburn
the soldiers of cricklewood the warriors of harlseden
but as times moved on they're in the same small circle
they grew up too quick, and peaked too soon
but no matter how hard one tries
you can't live the same moment twice
you need to open up to the storm that's life
in order to get your mind right

a thunderbolt hit you once

and you did nothing about it

need i remind you you're the cause of your own justice

no government can help you

no mother can protect you

no father can teach you

no partner can love you

anymore than you already do

if you're willing to 

open yourself up to the storm, 

then the world is yours.

What are you being you for?

It's classrooms filled with kids filled with hate

teachers wishing they could be somewhere else

all the dumb kids, all of us where in the same class

Told there's no limit to what we can do

but all we did was limit our views

villanised by elders, victimised by newspapers
before they even do, we assume the will
so what's the point if that's what's expected of you?

after school i treaded boards with actors

in a world of creativity i saw so much strategy

i was in a place my whole life i wanted to be

and for some reason i just couldn't be me

there was a distinct fear i remember feeling

of not wanting to lift my head up in the knowledge

that all i'll see is another disappointment

Most move on

and poets cling on

to moments gone
and no matter whats wrong
boxers find time to run
the damaged deny exception
the loved ones can't take rejection
Bad comedians do what's been done
and good comedians laugh with misfortune
many fight for the party
because there's nothing else to fight for
trying to get another storm in you
many survive the frost from a dog eared cloth
many don't know what they've got until it's lost
We never seem to recognise the cost.

In time I hope to open others up to what I've seen

show all where i've been, maybe see where i want to go

I don't know what I'm trying to do. But at least I'm doing

People may not like where I'm going, but at least I'm moving.
I'm not fighting for respect but I'll take whatever is left
because I'm reaching for the stars with a Dhalsim stretch.

I have a thunderbolt just waiting to break loose
grateful for living a life where i get to choose
being wise enough to know you don't bite the hand that buys the booze
I'll take the help, so one day i can help you.
And before i ramble on any more, like i usually do.
I'll say goodbye and wish you luck in being you.
Because it's always harder than everyone says.