Tired, tried and tested but clearly undigested All rolled into my life The noise and the poise Of a field of irrevelant prose Blinkered splintered and unnaturally tinkered Changing perception after time A movement of a passing train Mimicks my flowing existence Rain on my fence thick and dense Makes the world seem so dull A gentle stroll and the howling wind Seems somehow very fulfilling Crickets buzzing through the thickets Take me to my child hood lost Ice cream cold served on a cone Gives me a shiver of enjoyment A child of a sinner now a lottery winner Fills me with a sense of belief