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?

It is plain to see Music is written all over me The chords and notes Written in jet black ink Music lives deep within

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

As our hands do meet We bring art to our bare feet As we squeeze out the tube of paints As if, Jackson Pollock art droplets started to ra

A written mural of pure simplicity With a human beating heart A gentle warmth That just reaches out More than just a written word

The magic whisk It bakes Our weekly fix In the big bowl Flour, butter and sugar go An egg in the mix The magic whisk

As Atlas no longer holds Earth On his strong broad shoulders He has been firmly pushed far away