The space between my thoughts is my destination
breathing in..
breathing out..
I'm almost there

I envisage a piston as my lungs
breathing in..
breathing out..
I'm there

Come ye to the meadow of the tooth
Lay down, take nature by the hands
For Autumn is braking aloof
Come join us at the meadow of the tooth

Blackwater invites us to view
The abundant bounty of our youth
Rope swing is first for me
Watch out your napper is near that tree

Break out the picnic full of choice
Scream out your pleasing celtic voice
We leave nothing there to see
Except warm memories of the birthday glee

Copter blades awaken me
I start the march to the bus stop
The soldiers march to the safety of the barracks gap

Storytellers abound
The craic is good
We knew, he knew, she knows
Did you hear?

Weather draws in
Wet rain again
Patience is tested
Staring out again

Will it clear?
We have some work to do
Bullocks to dose
Lamb to stew

Served up on social media
Like a cold steel blade
Your commercial response to the epidemic
Your binary product placement

Of course we must adhere
And follow the steer
That's the culture of youth
Please look at yourself, seek the truth

Centre of the storm
Person of principle
Reaper of the future

Takes to the stage
Leads from the front
Drives us forward

Defender of freedom
Calmer of nerves
She takes my hand
And together we stand

I am ampersand
et you are you
My mantra is continuous
To support us through

There is no juncture
No delay, no puncture
No sign of stopping
No sign of dropping

The pressure is high
We can still touch the sky
We can meet the demand
We are ampersand

                                                  
                                                            I
                                                     am the eye
                                               I      see every  thing
                                                    ­  Don't you
                                                           see?