Morbid Thoughts

Morbid Thoughts

morbid thoughts always come at night
even in the dead of the day
i rarely think, what would happen
if i died and suddenly went way
what would be my last thought
what would be the last thing I would write
who would be the last person i would see
friend or stranger, ever increasing danger
what would be the last thing i would say
I would like it to be, goodbye, i am so sorry
i had a lovely time, but i cannot stay
i would like to thank a few and shake their hands
take time to say my goodbyes
tell a few what i really feel, amend a few lies
fix and unfix a few ties
but i would never have that time
it would be too late and i would gone
chasing the clouds in the sky
or lighting fires in the red rock
morbid thoughts i know
but as soon as they come, they seem to go



James Garratt – February 1998