Conflict Of Love.

Chugg chugg, chugg chugg,
puff puff, puff puff.
We know who’s coming down the hill.
His balaclava and jumper in holes.
His trousers too short,
shoes with no soles.

He’s the boy we all love to fool,
but he’s also the nicest kid in school.
He’s a quiet boy, straight and strong.
The type you know, won’t go wrong.

Though he gets teased throughout the day,
he’s our best friend, it’s just his way.
We called him Chugger,
it’s what he does.
He thinks he’s a train,
that’s fine by us.

He chuggs down in the morning,
and back at night.
He’s a secretive lad,
but he burns a bright light.

When you’re with him you give him respect.
It’s something you really wouldn’t expect,
as you look at him in his tattered clothes,
chugg chugging away in a world of his own.

As Chugg grew older he developed a dream.
When he left school he’d buy a machine.
A motor bike as fast as lightening.
The speed he would go would be quite frightening.

He left school at fifteen, got a good job.
Very mild-mannered, never a slob.
He held down his job, and saved really hard.
Stuck the stamps on his savings card.
Soon he’d buy his first machine.
An old A.J.S, reliable and clean.
But still he would dream his wonderful dream,
that one day he’d own a real dream machine.

His dream arrived, as often they do.
This sparkling machine looking like new.
A Tiger 100, racy and throbbing.
Light years away,
from Chugg’s chugg- chugg- chugging.

But at eighteen years old,
his love now divided.
Chugger was tearing apart.
His mind was being confused
by the battle inside of his heart.

A girl who he’s madly in love with,
feels jealousy over his dream.
It clouds his thoughts and his vision.
Now life’s not as clear as it seemed.

What made a lad who was always so sure,
and never took risks with his life.
Make a fatal error of judgment
while riding home late one night ?

They say that the pure die young,
to spare them the hell that’s for sure.
When you follow a conflict of love,
which to most, would seem just demure.

Love, is a power within us.
It should keep us sane and strong.
If YOU understand what I’m saying,
I’m sure that you won’t go wrong.

Chugger now understands this.
But to those of you who don’t see.
A conflict of love isn’t all bad.
That one side is always a dream.

So if the time comes when you’re tearing apart.
Divided by love or by hate.
Don’t try to choose between them,
Or the cloud will push YOU through the gate.

It’s true what’s been said through the ages.
That true love always finds a way.
The dream will go of its own accord.
But for Chugger it came just too late.

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He now spends his time mind-hopping for fun.
Spreading this message - to everyone.

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