Another RPM Things are looking up for Reg I mean its nearly spring Spring I think I hear a whisper I think I hear the whisper Of spring its on its way I can see the snow drops starting to climb back into the world…

Another RPM Reg is dreaming of summer .... Tangerine I’m lost in myself on this cold Febuary morning Walking the dogs trying to smiling inside But my heart feels sad its yearning for the sunshine Where everything…

Another RPM Reg finds another reason to not be in a relationship The clock ticks so slowly Time moves so slowly on the clock that never stops So slow that little hand clicks around that damn clock I don’t what…

Another for the RPM Reg starts to thinking about things... Why did God give us thought? Everyones afraid of the darkness close your eyes you dissapear Suddenly you are nothing but a voice Syllables of sound a constant…

Another RPM Reg starts to worry that he's forgetting his loved ones that have passed Your memory fades I can’t see your face no more in my mind With my eyes closed your image starts to fade I forgot your vioce how it…

Another Rpm Reg is still sad ...... A sad song I’m going to sing you a song It won’t take long The story is sad But the story isn’t long I’ll begin the song About a woman who’s dead Died in her sleep alone in her bed…

another for the RPM poor old Reg he's really down .... A Darkness I closed my eyes and tried to conjure up a dream But my minds blank I’m running on low esteem I can’t concentrate on any thing I’m hiding trying to sacrafice…

Time for a noodle in the middle of the house move...packing....dumping......sorting...reminiscing..... still waiting to exchange contracts and mean't to be moving Friday....a little stressed

I got no crosses to burn but many bridges yet to cross And if I don't return they'll just say it's nobody's loss In the end, it's the same we're all players in this game Gonna reap what we sow when the curtain closes at the end of the…

Tear-stained skin weathers resting near as the sun is born A sacrament to visions of sorrow and seasons of remorse Butterflies disturb the light with dance Flowers sway and gently bend Beckoning with soul the wind Life brings another chance…