look at the barrow
in the market square
they are always there
same time, same day

your feelings –
will re-start the engines
or row me to the shore
so turn this wreck over
so it can start once more

but anyone who is different
wold only want –
want to define normality
cling to a radiator
and give the world a hug

they say it is a crisis
it is just –
another thing they do
i build treehouses
with the chances i blew

i should have chosen the banjo
or maybe the guitar
either of those
could have taken me far

exploring new ground
painting smiling faces on the walls –
of new found places