In my dreams I'm scared of things
Scared of death and all it brings
Scared that you might read these things
Scared of the future,
Scared of human beings
The man in the shop,
The person in power
The child that sings a new song every hour
Beckoning me back to a time of few worries
None of bills,
None of health,
None of politics and prowess
None of ***,
None of being scared to talk or talking too pc
None of babies nor showers
Or when's the next happy hour

I jot this all down in the hope I'll remember
The feeling I felt when I woke up this morning
Dawn was arriving but not here quite yet
I woke to a craving of diluted squash
Mercan Dede still playing quietly, gently and soft
I thought of enlightenment
And how it could be
Worryless,
Fearless,
Content with all
But not for real
The fear keeps you alive
And the worries keep you sane
But it's nice to wonder and ponder now and again
Of how free you felt whilst cooped up inside
It's nice to think it was better back then
but where did I really go when I was just 10