you change from a vantage point
but that is my naivety
my own, my own inbuilt instability
so junked from reality
a hanger on of our modern society

lazy days almost gone
but we have been about
since the time when we were you
can you ever work all this out?
it is a board game and i am bored

i tried to keep on track
it felt under fire
got on the ground
and become much quicker

riddles
reflections in puddles
things in a muddle
things coming true

it must be nice on a sunday evening
to sit around talking about god
really believing,
some people would rather be at home
really conceiving,

think about it
think about it an awful lot
think about your life
if anything, what we have got
i tried to be shrewd
anticipate every move

semi-special
not especially great
give me some time
i will wait
semi-special, in stone, in bronze

i can see clearly now
you were holding my hand
i stayed up till dawn
soon began to understand

i wanted everything including your touch
just for me
but we were separated –
by the bounds of different realities

turning my back on familiarity
changing the mould of my reality
i have been out with strange companions
and i have learnt so many things