A place I’ve never been before In my mind A floating iCloud As I manoeuvre through This curving room I feel lost In this unusual room

Abandoned and left to rot The theatre that has been sadly forgot Once our welcome home To drama, comedy and variety Dance and free expre

Sense and sensibilities have gone with the wind The mountains echoed back into the world As Atlas struggled to keep hold of All the myths

The craftsman of the worlds With his artistic hands Painting those eternal gliding globes With every colour of the vast rainbows

The big news today A beach towel lounger war One not ever witnessed in the newspapers or seen on the TV It was definitely news to me

Banksy where are you? I only see a reflection of you In an old brick dark tunnel Exhibiting your one off talent and golden touch

I’m going back to the future Back to the past As me and Doc Go way too fast

A Bird Hotel in Amsterdam Only the rarest of birds Stay in this hill top deluxe hotel

On the road of no return A psychedelic sky covers the once blue sky The planets float around this black and white circling city In your face

In my own mind I see my world as confined I wear the chains of every day life I long to be set free Of this unreal reality

As we navigate this ship Through the glistening dark and the silvery light Of our changing flavoursome lives

I feel like the seasons have just clashed In July, the sun should shine Feeling the heat

As we fly through the night An angel of the midnight skies Takes a gentle flight

My name is Tyson I have my own poem My own signature paws 🐾🐾 I dilly and I dally All the way home

hat happened in Wonderland? Did all the characters become too woke? Laughter and banter was never ever spoke

Poppies stand tall Towering above us all Petals of blood red Glistening in the morning dew

Are there any humans alive? Have they all died out? Has artificial intelligence taken them all out? All that remains is a computerised ar

A place,  I no longer recognise Am I in Wonderland? Have I caught a ride on the Magic Roundabout carousel?

A glossy pearl sphere Sitting in its own natural shell purse The clasp open wide By the sea and the sand It happily resides

Cardboard cutouts and paper dreams As life gently frays at the seams Postcards and photographs From the past