Leave some space for god in this 
 I can’t be sure but I can’t dismiss 
 Let science decide the laws of force 
 The rhythm of life has set its course 

 Leave some space to chase the sun  
 Your life has only just begun 
Try not to fear the lands unknown 
 They wont appear all on their own 

 Leave some space for a laugh or three
It could be worse you could be me 
 Don’t be grumpy it’s not all shite
 Just look at your dad he turned out alright  

 Leave some space for love and dance 
 It only appears if you take a chance 
 It’s not always obvious but soon you’ll see
 It was your mums love that set me free 

Things are going way too good 
Just the way I thought they would
Hit the numbers I said we’d hit 
Out in front and we’re the shit 

Like an eary breeze the mist sweeps in
A cloud with truth wafer thin
That old self doubt is here to last 
The play is written and the set is cast

I’ll watch from the stalls 
Observe the brawls 
No chance it’s me 
How could it be 

Balls I’m up, huh, what the fuck 
Thought I was watching and now I’m in luck?
Ok I’ll improvise and see how it goes 
Find the courage and get back on my toes 

I don’t care what they say
I don’t give a fuck
I know who I am 
I’ll keep riding my luck  

 I’m Ben that’s right 
They don’t know me 
Even if they did 
I can let it be 

 On a bad day it might hit 
Only a jab nothing big 
I don’t take it to heart 
Or let it ponder or dig 

 Only on occasion I pause
To dwell or delay 
It only hurts sometimes
The nasty things they say   

It seems to me, that gravity 
Holds birds and bees, trees and leaves
Near the ground, without a sound
It can’t be found, but we are bound

 Bound to the places, our bases 
Real spaces and human faces 
The power that grips the ships 
And flips the drips
 
 A force of sorts
Without remorse or changing course 
Joins tight day and night 
All in sight but light 

 Known but never shown 
A bone you don’t own 
A heart flown but not sewn 
A clone all alone   

To start a new
To start a fresh 
Sticking at it 
Is the test
 
 A diet, a book
What could it be
A poem a week
The task for me 
 
 Taking a moment 
To sit and see
Brighter the colours  
Appear to be  
 
 Perhaps I’ll find
Some stories untold 
Or hidden truths
Left to grow old   

Beware of the Medium.
Creativity is surreptitious. Shot from the galapagos. 
From nowhere and anywhere
Don't be afraid get it out there. Go Short.

Learn from what you share.
Commit to positive change. Go long.
Fear of judgement will freeze creativity. This will lead to negativity
Listen obsessively. Embrace your sensitivity.

Live openly. Execute instantly.
Commit to the change you want to see.
Do it both in the moment and the long term.
Or you'll morph into Medium  

When the wheels turn oh they turn
When they stop oh they stop
Go break through the walls, break through the rock
But are you feeling the breeze, or are you seeing block?

 You can’t do real shit without doing real shit
The balance will tip, you’ll find solace in it
Push to your limit go further again
Do it Ben. Do it then

 You won’t settle the debt that is stuck in your head
You won’t toe the line and end up all fine
But you’ll find what your missing what you’ve already got
You’ll feel the breeze, you’ll forget the block