The sea went out. I missed the tide.

I’m stranded, abandoned, left on shore.

My dreams, ambitions all denied.

The sea went out I missed the tide

Like flotsam, jetsam cast aside;

My hopes are dashed, I’m feeling sore.

The sea went out. I missed the tide.

Stranded, abandoned, left on shore.

The tide goes out but will come in

The waves will touch my feet again.

I’ll feel their splash against my skin.

The tide goes out but will come in.

Chances return though odds seem slim.

I’ll be prepared; be ready then.

The tide goes out but will come in.

The waves will touch my feet again.

Writing can be a struggle sometimes but there’s always that dream that keeps us going.

The Next Big Thing

I’m sat here in a coffee shop
Like a J.K Rowling thing.
My book’s going to be the
Next big hit
But I’m not quite certain when.

You’ll be taken by my hero
Quite an amazing chap.
Or he could be a girl
I’m not quite sure
I’ve not cracked that bit yet.

It’s bound to make me millions
All I need’s a plot
Half an idea what to write about
Then it’s certain to take off.

I’ve not quite got it started
I don’t know where to begin
But if I ever write this book of mine.
It’s gonna be the next big thing.