Add tinkling of reverberating bells
Hold me over a bowl of steaming curry
Chick peas
Oven gloves
Snot sneezed into my elbow
Infected jumper for the wash
Reflexes
Caught a cold
Wash up the dishes
A bath for my hands
Birthday wishes
From faraway lands
Coupled with unrealistic dreams
And benefits for my friends
Offering nothing
Nothing but silence
And a pack of tarot cards
Never opened
Never researched
The regret and the nigh time memories
Anguish constantly being put back to the back of my mind
A haunting flute above an orchestra
Sounds pure and sweet in front of strings
But breathy and imprecise on its own
Gone are the days of wandering alone
What will get me out of my door
Recharge the battery
Of my spirit and soul