i am always aware
of just how surreal life can be
the weirdest meanings for normality
different directions
out the seemingly bleak mid week

lost in a stone’s throw away
seen by no one on a fiery day
hounded by sneaky freaks
till they pick my bones
and reveal my soul

rode the train
in faded colours of joy
cynical market forces
forging a ploy

someplace is new
somewhere almost lazy
trains scuttle across the horizon
distant worms in a society full of holes

tide’s far away
ebbing at some other shore
seaside all alone
mud flats and crab’s roam

why don’t quite get there?
why can’t we make the final compromise
should we make the final compromise?

something real
something good
something i feel