Paul J Penton – Songwriter

You know you want the best, perfection in fact, happy dreamy ideals of how things should be have been balloons in your mind for an age and then reality bites. It might be a matter of money or the weather or circumstance, or people, whatever, but your carefully crafted facade begins to crumble and some hard decisions need to be made. Sniff the air to see which way the wind might be blowing, try to find the scent of the original idea try to engage in its sweet apple pie just out of an oven-ness. Try to find that spoon that whipped the batter of the concept into shape, you might want to lick it, perhaps its chocolate residue still leaves a sweet memory in your mind as you face the unpalatable task of rearranging your set in stone plan. You need to be the elastic man – flexible, bendy – to make things happen. One could let the crush of disappointment fill your thoughts or you could find another way another road another sign post to take you there.

 In the end you will always arrive, it’s inevitable, but the question is ..where? It may seem you’re walking in bare feet down a path made of broken glass or perhaps a remote bush track with a smattering of loose gravel – nothing defined, just driving on blind faith that the road leads -somewhere, and then you get there and it’s over and done, all the planning, all the vision is actualised and  you start to pack away all the hopes you had and delight in where it was good and learn from where it was bad and you’re satisfied that you seeeeeed when you had to and saaaaawwwwwed when you must,  vacillated back and forth, but it’s 95% of what you wanted. Everyone else is happy. It has had a life of its own, and you’ve stood your ground while being flexible, nothing terrible happened, just something wonderful. You look back over glossy moments in digital freeze frame, and see happy faces, while knowing the mad treading of feet was happening below the surface, the last minute dot come compromises that were made and justified …..