I needed
but never wanted
and then I wanted
but never needed,
a turnabout,
what's that about?
I'm only trying to survive.
She says,
you'll live forever
and
I never doubt her word.

Banjaxed seems like  the right word to use after a day of grafting,
I must be going soft in the head to labour as I do.

knackered, dog tired and not wanting to be wired to the grid
I rid myself of id, ego, ergo I am free,
well, hopefully,
but
we shall see.

Postcards on the sideboard and all wishing that I was here,
then here I shall be.

She tells me
you're not and never have been here,

but I've been there
running my fingers through her hair
wondering where She'll lead me.