Short of hopes, a log swims;
Afloat...
The bunting now flaps uselessly
In the wind that drove them away...
In a country known for its friendliness
where we are all each other’s “mate...
Stoic with a marble smile
and a fixed stare...
If ever empathy materialised
So it has within your walls...
In once green fields the larks no longer sing,
Nor rise the owls to meet the waxing moon...
Excuse me, please, excuse me miss
I'm here to find myself...
My fingers yearn for a time
when they penned...
sometimes i'm out of my own flesh.
it is when i get lost between my bed...
Lub dub... lub dub... Lub dub...
You quickly became the drum...
To what shall I be compared?
If the essence of my being is but a replica of the...
Look at you just sitting there,
A show of pure delight...