we do not neatly packaged do we?
flat packed and ready to go
we come with bits ill fitting
things that do not line up
and occasionally screws missing

met a new friend
found me in the dustbin
and she dusted me down
she gave me hope, she gave me a worded crown

let the floodgates down
send out the hands
turn back the statues turned to sand
turn the people into colour
especially when they look so bland

there is a lot to save
just find a pilot
who can read the gauge
there are mountains to climb
and destinations to find

i did not imagine
that this was,
how things were going to be
but you take the risk
and in doing so, risk the sting from the bee

i tried to peel back the years
but.. it had gone again
i knew her smile
i knew her hair
but, from where?