Life,
I'd like some of that

ten percent would be a decent amount
any more and I'd have to take off my shoes and count on my toes

but if really means dream my dreams on
I'd like some.


It shows me how shallow that living's  become
I'm just a minnow in the minutiae of the third eye.

I trample through blackthorn wondering if this is a life
why the hell was I born?

the other end looks peaceful, enough to send me to sleep and I dream on.

Lead soldiers line up in bright coloured lines
these are dangerous times for an army to be

clockwork trains whistle at me
and that's all I am likely to get.

' ask and you shall receive'

a message if you believe
from the great deceiver?

But it's all water that flows and time that flies
I'm in the middle counting the why's and what for?  

a groove on my gravestone
a line read in prayer
a tap dance to heaven
and will this get me there?