I roll over and open one eye
It's still dark no point checking the time
Dawn seems light years ahead
The cogs start turning, so I know I'm alive
Turn the cogs off and cover your head
What's the point in getting out of bed

No-one to see, nothing to do, can't roll over and say I love you
Didn't realize that lonely is so hard to do

At the first glimmer of light, I shout to my friend
"Alexa put the kettle on and play a tune to make me smile"
The start to my day is complete "there's no water in the kettle and I don't recognize that song"

No-one to see, nothing to do, my only friend Alexa has let me down
No wonder people who are lonely wear a frown

We enjoy time on our own, so why feel like this
Because this is not how we humans exist
Doubt you'll cringe next time a relative stranger asks for a hug or look the other way to avoid a smile

No-one to see, nothing to do, guess we all miss the human touch
Now I know how lonely affects us so much

A peck on the cheek, a slap on the back
An arm round your shoulder, the shake of a hand
Unfortunately they're all banned

No-one to see, nothing to do, hoping that this loneliness will be short lived

I made myself a list, which includes getting ******.
Strange how this appears on my daily rota even though it didn't ought to.
Search for inner motivation, I must play my part in saving the nation.
What should I do this week? Manage my expectations.

I allowed my mind to wander and used my imagination.
The scraps I am eating and the cheap plonk I'm drinking are really a juicy steak and a glass of vintage claret.
This is not my kitchen, it's my favorite restaurant.
I offered to pay 80%, in line with my earnings.
What should I do this week? Stop my daydreaming.

Apparently walking is the new squash, riding my bike is the new motocross
Must do my bit, try to stay fit
Our NHS is creaking, no room for a weakling
'The Loneliness of a Marathon Runner', has a new meaning.
What should I do this week? Might as well get more sleep.

Concentrate on the positives, maybe stop questioning political motives
The world is a beautiful place, only people spoil it
It's where my children should flourish and prosper.
What should I do this week? Take time to reflect and make sure that it's still here for them.

I am not in rural France, neither am I on a remote Spanish hillside, but I could be.
Only the bedtime chattering of the birds and the rustling of the leaves break the silence.
This is the 21st century but not as we know it.

Occasionally, a large big brother iron bird hovers overhead looking for those who disobey.
What shall we do with them? Chastise them, take their money or lock them away.
This is the 21st century but not as it's meant to be.

Does mankind deserve this, how bad have we really been?
We let people die through not fulfilling their basic needs - others are killed because of their creed.
This is the 21st century but never as we perceived.

Is your bomb big enough? Does your car travel at hyper speed? Is your wallet fat enough, is it bursting at the seams?
Are you looking after your minions to protect your dreams?
This is the 21st century, might be the last we ever see.

I guess we'll survive, we usually do - what will we do what will we change what will we learn?
Memories are usually short lived, how long will we remember what the real heroes did?
This is the 21st century; be eternally grateful for those who saved it.

After a war there is tension and friction religion and politics scrambling for position
Let the Vatican feed the poor, insist that the super powers do more
This is the 21st century let's make it a time worth fighting for.

I awoke startled I was in a room without windows, just two doors.
I approached the first door, it was white with a sign saying "upstairs this way", I knocked but no one answered.
I went to the second door, it was black with a sign saying "downstairs this way", again I knocked but no one answered.
I was stuck, what was I to do, seemed my choices were
Up above or down below.

Searching for answers I read some books, upstairs provided a few, all saying pretty much the same.
Downstairs just mocked and ridiculed the words that came from on high.
I was trapped, with nowhere to go.
I didn't have the knowledge to unlock the doors to allow me to go
Up above or down below.

I searched for an earthly presence, upstairs have one, a man robed in white who occupies a ridiculously wealthy city.
When he speaks, millions listen doesn't matter what he says, they hang on to his every word
They then offer their money and possessions in exchange for a key to the white door.
Their aim is clear, they are desperate to go
Up above and not down below.

Downstairs have a few pretty much doing the same
Only they don't cajole to control, they take everything you have anyway.
In return they rule with an iron rod, they burn your homes and drink your blood.
When you have nothing left to give, they open the black door and push you through.
Some have no choice.
They are going down below.

Confused and angry, I told myself "these walls aren't real, they can't hold me".
I walked straight through one and ran away.
As I did they called me names, Atheist, Agnostic, you're not welcome round here.
Now I understand that we all have more choices not just
Up above or down below.

If all of this is about good versus evil, where are the good when we need them the most.
Seems they are staying home, self isolating up above.
Hold on! I just saw an angel, a man with wings - then I realised, it was just a pig.