I shall internalize to the point where i rise
Like a grey misty ash through sullen harbour skies
To descend on these eyes who never danced with ambition
Nor once sought to covet nor hold executive position
Sweeping through parochial house to office building
I consume this room as a deathly prison warden
Where time passes and falls in a desperate eerie sigh
Unable to cry in an endless stare of just getting by

I shall crawl through the past of these city streets
Retracing my footsteps as the years they recoil
The red terraced housing of old Hungry Hill
A young boy in his room sitting there still
Head full of dreams waiting for his moment to shine
Such foolish naivety of a dreamer in his prime
He would never tie his shoelaces anything but straight
Just getting by, the sole manifestation of a solemn fate

I shall leave as a mist to cover these countryside hills
As a wandering soul, a veil rolling down as early dew
Comes upon a house where children asleep in their beds
Let it be them that carry the dreams of lives better led
So that I may finally relent and lay myself down to rest
Not for deaths cold embrace but a warmer peace instead
In a world of all or nothing we have this life of you and I
Where it shall be enough to get by, by just getting by

let's just make this quick, of all the cat variants,
maine ***** are the equivalent to bloodhounds,
esp. the males, they're oh so demanding,
a stress for company;
     i've heard that bloodhounds are likewise,
their behaviour stresses a need for company,
how some howl, and howl, when left alone in the house;
hmm.. howl... rhymes with meow...
               and, **** me do male maine ****
cats meow when in the spare case of "despair"
                                              of a dark room, alone;
me? i just became used to my own company,
and reached the "buddhist" elevation
             of not being...   bothered by my thinking:
i just said to myself... thought... i.e.           ought i?

if you're a "heavy", i.e. a serious
drinker like me?
        if you're getting
                the bout of hiccups?
for god's sake man...
                       eat something!
you're going to choke,
if you don't eat something hearty;
                like a schnitzel;
you're going to suffacate
                             on your phlegm!
comparatively:
alcoholics teaching diabetics about
the sugar content of alcohol's
           calorie worth of penny sweets
    dynamo, comparison, made,
to stage, a status quo, of some
      remote sensibility... oi! tarzan!
stop swinging from that vine!
          don a suit!        
ah ****... he actually did it...
                          thing's a bit like that;
otherwise what?
    lasting, by listening to some tina turner?
  no, not that...
            frankenstein's monster with
       a one-liner (cameo):       fire! fire! bad!
same as sugar...
imagine it though...
                alcoholics teaching diabetics...
even shakespeare couldn't write about this kind
of scenario.

a southerly breeze
danced around the elm trees
teasing their leaves

I never got the sun,
A shooting star got there first.
So I played catch with the moon
And when I took my hands away
My fingers bore
                            Burns.

But the moon doesn't have flames,
So the fire must be in me.