He achieved very little Never went for the win He’d much rather snuggle up With a bottle of gin He wore matching boots Come rain or come shine But he rarely wore pants Due to way too much wine
I always imagined My future My dreams My Curses and Peace My Falls and Wings My tears both warm and cold My smiles both cold and warm My eyerolls and shrugs My warm coffee and cold teas I always imagined Scenes of future and past A river a rabbit and a tree A carpet of grass and mewling river An old yellow shrivelled leaf falling Sun soaking my mind I always imagined