Chinese Whispers.

Chinese Whispers

Im glad i cant be hurt anymore
thats not true
i can be hurt
daggers into my heart
but im glad i embrace the pain
to soothe my mind
and cannot be destroyed
by words or thoughts unkind

Memories
exciting
how many people i know forget
some really good times weve shared
not only that but good times shared with their family and friends too
and how like chinese whispers
the stories become chopped and changed
until they are compeletly re-arranged
its how arguments can begin
whats important is i guess realising
that people will forget, as do i
and its nice when you can be flexible
to suddenly realise how wait a minute
yeah your right thats how it happened
wow i totaly forgot about that
or at least best to happily agree to disagree
and enjoy each others stories
sometimes thats really hard when you have that certainty
you know you really know,
like someone saying there not a nag
and then when you ask them
"hey what does the word nag mean?"
and their only answer is,
"im not a nag", over and over again,
well it takes a cool head to, speak calmly and listen, in such a situation, and not begin smashing every single piece of glass in the house,
so i wish good luck to those who smash glasses, cos yeah it really is sometimes, and good luck to those, who dont smash glasses, cos it really is sometimes,
and when you invent cool ideas in your mind
and they get used by other people thats excellent
because all these amazing ideas have been and will be
invented time after time
amazing ideas are wonderfull
and other people using them
or tweaking them is a beautifull freedom of expression
and interpretation
as soon as you release an idea from your mind, wheter it be written, sung, drawn, painted, videod, photographed, played, whatever, it is no longer yours to own, it belongs to the world, and so can be interpreted and used in any way,
i love this
it makes me feel so much better than thinking, hey i was the one that came up with that, i mean who knows really knows, who comes up with anything, and personally i dont care, the fact ideas are created and then get put out there, is what i salute, for all i, we, know, it could all be the moons and stars, if so, shine on, bright.
like the phrase in a while mushroom child, that aint mine it belongs to no-one and everyone, just like the earth, the sun, the stars and the moons.

ps
I believe that papery or metal stuff, is for giving away, away away away.