i am close to the source –
of what turned him mad
i am closer still –
to what mader her so sad

i lost the moment
for which i had saved
it rolled by
as i worked on my lathe
watching the lullabies

maybe we could sit in costa coffee
being, ‘just good friends’
pretending that these years
have not come to an end

someone –
that i once knew
doing well for themselves
but they had not changed

i saw the dreams
they were in stereo
and they played out
in the playgrounds –
of you mind

people are mad
i tell you it is true
they are driven by demons
dressed in their past
their love barely shines –
through the permanent cast