i was waiting
considering my position
of confusion and illusion
and standing about in the rain
because it is cold
and i don’t like the pain

insecurity today
it took all my things away
my stability, my sanity
here i am sitting around
playing games without a sound

i hope you are feeling secure
i hope you are feeling okay
i hope there is a future
and i hope there is a way

out here we all want freedom
in our magically reversed kingdom
of bad ouija secrets from a broken board
a mirror backed call
from madness and dread

Old Things

it is hard to remember,
anything, let alone last december
except christmas day
and that soon drifted away
but i think i have got hold of last week

as i walk all alone
on a beach full of stones
i see a world full of clones
are you waving at me

i am fed up of rollings seas
but despite the anger i still have
and the scars that will forever last
there is one thing i will not become
and that is, a broken product of my past