Stubborn boy
Allowed to grow moss
Smoking all your time
Drinking all your memories.

She passes me and brushes against the back of my hand and kisses me ever so softly on my furrowed brow.

I hear her, singing the words to a beautiful song, in the kitchen...

Backs of my eyes light up, waves of ideas deluge across the South side of my mind, her beauty and unselfishness, bring life into this desert fish.

Generator energises,

Triggering the lightening, the will and able.

Stubborn boy, you're waking up, she has stripped you of all your moss, you may roll as you wish.

You're free.