Jim Woodrow - What Did I Find


I'm trying to breathe silently, but smoking makes it hard you see.
These so called demons that we're stuck with, calm me down 5 minutes peace.
I hear they not so violently, lyrically spar with vocabulary.
A skill we all learn one way or another, to speak less stereotypically.

Sometimes it's hard to control my anger, when someone just insults another.
Thoughtless words said so eagerly, another thought would releive this grief.
So now that I've picked up a pen, I'm sitting with my eyes well closed.
This 5 minutes quietly spent thinking, spending time just hearing them.

I'm lucky to have had this time, to look through someone elses eyes.
Feeling better for hearing some music, provided by someone elses truth.
I hope you don't find it insulting, me listening to the boat you float in.
It might have only been 5 minutes, I'll buy you a pint when I get my next guinness.