What am I supposed to do
When things I rely on don’t work
When I encounter the sadness of other human beings
When I am confronted with dazzling grace and beauty
When I am offered friendship
When I am seeing yellow dots joined by red lines

What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do
When the connections I form are severed
When I notice changes all around me
Yet I feel unchanged
When I see two people very much in love
Building a life together
And yet I feel unloved
What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do?

On the freezing hillsides
Of the Brecon beacons
Welsh mountain ponies
And highland cattle graze
Unconcerned by the storm
They rub their itchy backs
Against barbed wire wrapped around wooden posts

Clear water drips from the tips of icicles
Into shimmering mountain streams

And I ask myself
What am I supposed to do?