and if you feel like it
you can guess the end
but you can look at us assured
and know you have seen your friends

i find it hard to think
with a sense of logic,
thought my thoughts can be calculated
the world that i imagine
is where i appear to be situated

i have been filling my head with memories
ever since i can remember
and recently,
since i first tumbled down oxford street

old halls of peeling paint
and drab post promotional pictures
corridors filled occasionally,
by strange overstuffed personnel

took my thought
and rode across the city
on silver metal machines
devoid of horses
metropolis dark and brooding

do they not know?
that is all we want
do they not know or realise
that in everyone’s face
there is sadness in their eyes

you can see me
on a friday evening
wake me up on a saturday morning
holding, diving, weaving, living

we will live again
in gold palace lands
of changeable times
and shifting sands

mind traps catch a weaker thing
so be careful
when you are trying to be everything
they got my words
but they could not believe they were real