let’s listen to each other
even though
we are cloaked in december weather
even though
the nine to five has me at the end of my tether

brought a picture and hung it on the wall
found a photograph of me when i was small
i turned it over and saw the year –
it was written in my father’s scrawl

it is two in the morning
lamp oil is in short supply
but moonshine warms the mind
and tantalises the eyes

give me your hand
and feel my face
tears do not have to stain nor occupy –
one little space

i have just got take my time
perhaps i am a little cold
a little off centre
and there is more i have not mentioned

if i have the issues
well, that is fine
but a quick glance around me
confirms that the world –
is out of its mind

how do i sum up my emotions
when the sum is too big
it is certainly not one i can tally
i can only lap up the sun
as these emotions start to hurry

and indecision and insecurity,
will struggle –
to ever sign a peace treaty
but people –
will alway provide the rich beauty –

i have gone from euphoric state
to a mental state
from early starter
to something quite late

pilots licence,
good looking,
probably a six pack
you know,
everybody’s friend