My second effort for February is a little ditty I call slim pickin’s. Oddly I don’t see this as a country song, even though the title sounds like it would be. In fact, personally I read this one with the long drawn out notes of a glam rock group. If I was to continue to work on this one I would add more stanzas that end with slim pickin’s, since I see that stanza basically as the chorus to the song. If it was a song. Which at this point it is not.

Written on 23-01-2017. Posted here in February 2017.


With each new stride the stones now fall in line
and the pace of my life just quickens.
The moments that I need, ones when I can breathe,
are so few and far between, slim pickin’s.

Feels like I’m flying too fast, I don’t know if this can last,
think I gave myself the shaft with this pace.
Brain tells me I’m spinning, my heart knows that I’m winning,
but I don’t think I can finish this race.

Knowledge speculation and feelings, that intersection’s also what ‘me’ is.
Last week I realised what I believe, and just exhaled.
But I’m hoping one day, that I can lay back and say
‘me’ is just the way that I prevailed.


This one is about shit in your life getting hectic and how you have to really decide what is important to you when that happens, because time is something you can’t just buy.