‘Grandly Ornate Decisions’


There’s a first time for everything. It’s never planned, yet it ends up being planned out. Laid down in staccato bursts of inspiration. It’s never expected, yet it becomes familiar within seconds of landing at your feet. Then it carries itself up your body to your head.

It fills the gaps in.
It colours well within the lines.
There’s no mess
When you say yes.

There’s a certain something in the midst of your day.
A tangible excuse that stays in your way.
There’s a purpose you nuture that sings it’s own tune.
A melody that dances to a beat lost too soon.

I’ll bring you the flavour.
I’ll offer the thirst.
I’ll sing you the chorus.
As you sing the verse.