The bed still has a niche
An imprint where you lay
I stare at it for hours and hours
It’s a comfort to me that way
Nobody saw you leave
You just slipped out yesterday
A note that seemed so trivial
Explains how you felt that day
Sadness hides in corners
Makes you feel so alone
The receiver hadn’t been lifted
Why didn’t you use the phone
To tell us where you were going
Help us to try and understand
Your head was soaring through the clouds
Without me holding your hand
The bed still has a niche
Where your body used to lie
And now I’m going to stare again
To try and understand why

Round a fire that’s burning
They dance to the dead
Wearing crowns of feathers
They sing what’s in their head
Wigwams with a one way entrance
Like igloos made for the sun
The outside world is the enemy
In a war thats never won
On horse back they ride the prairies
Hunting for food to eat
Slaying any living beast
In the glare of the blistering heat
Names that reflect emotions
And the characters hiding within
Nicknames not designed for fun
These are the titles of kin
Totem poles and symbols
Representing events and times long gone
Images made by the strongest hands
Into the cedar trees they’re carved on
From the everlasting centuries
And into present day
Native people stay alone
Cause it’s their culture and their way
The belief of the Indians
Whatever tribe they are
Is that that the man will one day descent
From the sky’s and a star
They are surrounded by the ghosts
Of the warriors and the chiefs
Who kept them safe and kept them warm
From the engulfing cavalry thief’s

I had a dream one night
Where the world was fluffy and bright
And everybody I walked amongst
Was pleasant and a real delight
Nobody raised an eyebrow
And people sort of cared
Dreams can do that somehow
How I wish it was reality now
Cause dreams can reflect your thought
A nice illusion just like magic
In a net your subconscious is caught
Taking a one away from a nought
And that one then means something
Like people in the world today
That one has plenty to bring
Like happiness love and fun and the ability to sometimes sing
Likes to write likes to give likes to share
I think this is what my dream meant
One being and one soul out there
Needs understanding education and care
I woke up and my brain was in tatters
Even a coffee wouldn’t help me out
In a world of chaos and mad hatters
I realised that then that everybody else matters

I wander down desolate streets that I’ve always known as towns
But now they have become havens for bright yellow helmets and noisy sounds
Gone is the hustle bustle of a lively cosmopolitan afternoon
In its place is the solitary ear shot of a builder humming a tune
A cigarette here and a cigarette there
Crackling laughter filling the air
What is this strange world I find myself in
Where does this madness end and where does it begin
It’s begins with a virus that really is pretty ******
Which has created this unique world that I like to call builder city
God created life and the man created walls
And the men are toiling on when the rich world comes and calls
Scaffolds of metal erected nice and high
As the magic of construction happens loudly under sky
Roadblocks and lights and the lifting of a hand
Halts the nonexistent traffic whilst a visor carries sand
Huddled together, social distancing at its worse
Putting forth life and limb on the line to fill a draining purse
They don’t need your concern or trending pity
Cause they are builders strong and true working in the place I call builder city