you are out riding your bike
riding to another town
i miss you so much

our soap opera
it plays out
to weary and bored viewers

i just wish you would believe
riding this steed
as i do,
across life

with your infectious smile
you could look for love
with a man who has an inner child

i hear the sound –
of stone upon glass
i look out and watch those –
who are throwing the stones

together,
we have built a craft
and it has set me free
even though i know my past

the trouble is,
i do not have the fuel in the tank
not to take me down straights
and corners so banked

trying to be yourself
it is never easy
trying to remain upright
and with balance

Gooseberry gooseberry odd one out babies on the way what is it all about and what can i say bars … More

what they say hurts
they swim on the surface
and with the pretence,
of something clockwork