i have watched my being –
changed by simple pens
and like the optician’s chair
i have always tried more than one lens

you have sunshine
it makes up your eyes
and they drip, drip
with warm comforting love

if god found me
what would they say
ha! i do exist
now go on your way

something in your education
leads you to believe –
that they should –
occupy the top positions

time has gone by
faster,
than i could ever run
there has barely been any time
to get anything meaningful done

generational gaps
are too wide to mend
and no one can turn off the hateful tap
and there is no plumber for whom we can send

i ask the grandmaster for a toll
for they offer me no release
yet i notice –
some still follow their beat

there is no whistle
no merry tune
i tidy up the mess
and rearrange the room

and we ask people
who cannot manage their own mental health
to take on and look after –
those who cannot manage theirs