"I want to write, I really do
Maybe pen some thoughts about me and you
I sit and stare at the display screen bare
What can I write, there's nothing there
"Hello" dear MIND I plead with you
Just give me something, old or new
Oh WOW that's it, I'm typing words
No good, DELETE, are these nouns or verbs?
Let's try some more, oh crap, DELETE
MIND gives me nothing, I can't compete
Bestsellers to films how do they do it
Not even a paragraph, I think I blew it
Damn what's the use I'll take a nap
I lay with my demons, the DELETE key attacks
I will not succumb, DELETE even my thoughts
My MIND will not function, a whole lotta noughts
But then as I struggled in meditative repose
Closed my eyes and could see a book written, by ME, I suppose
See my MIND was relaxed, my thoughts nourished in glory
No more need to DELETE, MIND has created a STORY"
aka Brendan Lauritz
You will also know that THAT didn't work. Then greedy boy here paid the price and slid, very shamefully under his rock where he lived for many years. But it's not all baaaad. I wouldn't have said it five years ago, but in fact it's turned out good, maybe even better-erer. And the reason for that is because I have been able to re-write my STORY. The story of me to ME. The re-invention. The comeback. The Journey. Whatever you want to call it. The STORY is what it's all about. Before the smash and crash I was just existing, as I have said soooo many times. The story prior to the crash was pretty much stock standard. I was 'out-there' I guess and carried on like a stiff on steroids. But there wasn't a story much different to most. Maybe a few funnneeee moments, hilarious ones even. But not an interesting book type story. Nup. Uuh Uhh. But then shit happened. Things got tough and I had to live rough.......
And then along came stoooory, doo doo do do do dodo doo doo, alooong came stoooory... doo doo doo do do do dododoo, cooool talkin' stooory.............
At the time I needed help in a hurry. I was one of 'those' ones that thought the baaaad stuff only happened to other people. I used to read their stories in the paper. Then right out of the blue I became one of them! Oh Oh. But it wasn't really a story that anybody else could be expected to find interesting. It happens to everybody else every other day.
So where did the STORY come from. I'm sure you know. The STORY came from my MIND. And the reason for that is because I CHANGED MY MIND. I changed the way that I was THINKING. My THOUGHTS changed and along with the change came a unique story and the way I am telling it, by WORKING BACKWARDS. So....
If you go for a nap or some ME time and find a place of reverie just allowing yourself to BE, then at some stage the STORY will come. When it does your fingers will not be able to keep pace with your THOUGHTS!
Your MIND will give you the STORY. All you gotta do is.....
.......CHANGE YOUR MIND.....