There is a sadness, washing down the road,
In the perpetually falling rain.
I can see unhappy faces,
Looking back at me,
Actually needing some of their pain.
There is a melancholy,
On my tv,
Is the Queen aware of me? Does she despair of me?
Is she proud of this man she sees?
In Scalextric I feel disconnected from this world;
Watching minis race, laps click by, cars in constant carousel.
If you unplug me, I will run on battery,
But if you wind me up, you will kill me utterly.
Boxing Day sales disturb me, they annoy and depress,
I don't want more clothes, more shoes, more stuff, like all the rest.
I want to see a black swan,
I want to breathe the ocean,
I want to feel, I want to taste love, make it real, mend this heart that is broken.
Life is high, death is cruel,
Things we have; meaningless and small,
But love, yes love,
Love is you, and I, immortal.
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