you feel worthless
you have no self esteem
but you foster a dream
and live it through the eyes of someone else
but it clings to your low self esteem

it takes curiosity and courage
to follow the light
to reach the light
to climb its stairs
to hold onto rails so tight

they don’t like me
can’t say i care
except i am thinking about it
sitting here

talk about real to me
through the drip dry tears
on staid park bench
tell me about real
through the bittersweet stench

the outside,
it is hadrian’s wall at its peak
it is forceful army
it is the wittiest speak

feeling,
love,
lust,
infatuation,
the person at work

i felt autumn leaves
fall from the branches
of some of my dreams
i knew then
as i know now
that a new season had started

there is no war on terror
on creed and colour
surely not?
this cannot be our fate
this phoney campaign
this ignorance we must tolerate

arms outstretched
they are open to change
to different views