Are the colours so much brighter
or am I getting smaller,
is my breath becoming lighter as
my chest becomes a little tighter?

slowly creeping as I'm sleeping and taking
hold when I, awaking as I do, affecting me
as sure as it's affecting you.

This getting old lark is not a walk in any
park that I know and supposing as
I will that I must go, what then?
bath at six and bed by ten, tomorrow
do it all again
and what then?

is that the sun behind the clouds above
the talking of the crowds below?
supposing I must go
what then?