Blow it out your arse if you like to laugh at the wounded

Hiding behind the bedroom door I found in frightened faith

On my knees begging “a chance, give me a chance man”

Trying to convince light on my sheets to dance a pace



Hang, skip, dance for me

Make me feel at home

But nothing of this puppet show

Stopped me from feeling alone



I heard abrasions as a boy

Dust tapering down through funeral light was all I could see

But these things, what are they?

Have they been sent here to torment me

When I get Alzheimer’s in my old age?



Remember me

A memory



This is maybe why I cry surprised

And lie and breathe and whisper “Who’s there?”

I tried to learn better how to cup my ears completely

But fear will insist on being heard



And so I went numb, absolutely nothing

But OK

It’s OK

As my two guardians play out the scene

And I climb out the window with a knife in my teeth



I havn’t seen the sky in a year and I’ll bet it’s changed colour

I creep beyond the the hinges and peek outside

I steal a few steps

And breathe a few breaths

And then I find the feet I can’t deny



I open up to life

I open up to wonder

A golden glow that's everlasting and clear

“This is love” I say “I know this”

"This is love, you can't outgrow this"

Now where’s the beast they call fear?