If I made a house of a thousand bricks Each would be cemented with a loving kiss

Instead of walking forwards We have now stepped back Going over and over decisions already made

I thought I would write a poetic verse I think I might I thought I would As I slept right through The last few days just miserable

The all seeing eye Watches me, as I speed by On the crowded highway The all seeing eye is the camera I am unable to see

Mother Nature gave me a watering can I hold it in my small hands I water the land I water the soil I water the vegetables

Please, please let it rain I’ve asked really nicely There is a change in this close atmosphere We have been sweltering

I know you only see the good in me You give me a golden halo You give me beautiful feathered white wings

Miss Piggy the biggest little diva She always takes centre stage She has a gigantic fan base She has a million, little glamorous dresses

Every day we play We do not realise it We take our chances We make our choices Our fate already dealt The stakes are now much higher

Lost in a world that still has secrets that remain unfound Lost in a language and time Lost in the words that pass through my mind

I love the open road Travelling far Travelling slow On the open road I call home

A cow on the washing line I looked up I looked a second time I looked again Was I seeing things?

The writing is on the hopscotch black floor Written with white powered chalk 1, 2, 3, 4 Sliced and diced Like a throw of a dice

The sunset is held in my gentle hands I hold the beaming sun So near Calming flowing ripples Clear Holding the sun with my fingertips

The rat race We are in our enclosed case Are we an experiment The virus Such a cull

The dark story fairytale continues on with these weak turncoats fighting to be King Jousting every day These turncoats numbers quickly red

By day she is serene Dressed in petal green She is the yoga fairy She takes the fairy class every day She starts with the eagle pose

I feel like I’m in the film Ghostbusters Yet, I’m only armed with my rechargeable hoover No fancy silver Ghostbusters rucksack eliminator

In my dreams, I take a ride into the deep psychedelic sky My ride held up by the deep diamond stars The night carries me

Saturday shopping trip Waiting for the rain that did not come Just another trip around the supermarket Everything has gone up