John Lennon said
Let it be
But there are so many ways to
Let it be
Truth is
John Lennon  never met
You and me

There is
A strange rope around
My soul
Please don’t pull
I will break
into tiny pieces
Of human glass
Fragile
Easily shattered
Please don’t pull
I will
Break
I am fragile
I am lost

My heart is in my pocket
I keep it there
It’s almost safe
But there are pick pockets
Everywhere
On every street
At ever turn
They are quick
They are sleek
They steal hearts
with slight of hand
And magic dust
Then disappear
And leave you
heartless
And torn
battle weary
And worn

I have too much to explain
I cannot
For if I did it would spill out onto this table
Too much
For you
My blood
Bright red
Oozing through the Waterford glass and silver
People would think it red wine and laugh
I would see
My life
Spread out
Before me

I think I can walk on water
I’m not Moses
I know
But still
Listen
I think I can walk on water
Fair enough
I haven’t tried yet
But still
Something tells me
That at a push
I think
I
could probably
Walk on water

It was a freezing cold
New York  city night
you laid my love down on the sidewalk
in Chelsea
it was too heavy
to carry home
I get that
we hailed a taxi
and bundled it into the back

I was always a bit square
Desperately trying to fit into
A very round circle
I am still pushing
Seems like forever
Little square me
pushing
Exhausted
Into this very big
Too round
circle of life.

Those were long languid days
Sparkling wines
and beautiful children
overhanging trees
and flowering baskets
And there we were
living amongst this
beauty
and light
and sunshine
Easy days that lingered into the night
Blond dogs that caught the light
You were easy to love
I was restless
I was stormy
And I was always
fighting
against
being
yours.