Cycling past buisness girls on his way through Camden town
between towering grey buildings and tourists that frown

The lights turns to red and like a one legged man at the curb
he drifts off to a land that to some, seems absurb

Where honey-eyed tales of piglet and Pooh
are driven  by toads tooting, ****- ****- poo

Peddling along the reeling, rolling,rambeling road some drunkard guy made
on famiular BBC air waves his voice often played

Through rich green ridings, wild moor and dales
2-50 stands the church clock that so sweetly never fails

Hatless on Ilkley, bathed and bathed in York
tea-time fancies at Harrogate, whilst watching like some Kes pearched hawk

Nodding and humming to  sounds of the Brighouse and Rastric bands
and still finding time to paddle a little,
                                                                                 on sun drenched Gigglewick sands

Red turns to green as he wobbles and peddles away down Boris's yellow brick road
To Settel, for supper with
                                                       Raty
                                                            ­         Mole
                                                            ­                         Badger
                                                                ­                                           and Toad

Bubbles bobbing, balancing beneath solid, slick surfaces;
bewildered as to if they're to fall up or down.
"Up" makes the most sense one says to the other, do we not float?
"True", the other says, "we rush like white water twards the light."
"Our last glimpse of hope and freedom frozen before our eyes."
Spheres of air pearched precariously between two worlds.
Bubbles bobbing, balancing beneath solid, slick surfaces.

Now I've got a few more thoughts in tact,
I think it's only fair you know what happened that day,
the longest day and the shortest day,
by far the worst day of my life,
and thats a fact.

It was late morning after brass,
when the phone rang,
It can't have been a good thing,
right then in my head,
there was so many questions I asked.

I didn't think twice,
I just picked up the phone,
because the truth is nothing matters more than you,
I'm always waiting here,
your call is irisistible and I can't help but be enticed.

A sob and a sniff,
my heart thumpped,
harder and heavier,
you said they know,
I said oh ****!

Then you said,
I'll tell you about it after school,
you knew that was one of the worst things you could have done,
but I don't blame you,
it was such a huge sorrow to shed.

I'd never been so hard hit.
then the minutes started to run into seconds,
I found my self collapsed in a toilet cubicle after music,
I twitched and I shivered,
I quickly started to lose it.

So I rang this time,
I couldn't resist,
I had to know where you were,
and what was happening to you,
but when you said hospital I lost my mind.

I thought of your mother over reacting,
and all the things they could be doing to you,
I was helpless and hopeless,
so I went mad,
because there was no normal way to act.

I then found Tigz and Grace,
to find some sort of confront,
but I couldn't cling onto any,
there was nobody to keep me safe,
from my own consciousness.

In my sick shade of pale,
I went onto my study,
and thats when I got your text,
I was hoping that wasn't the case,
but it was and I failed.

My heart was really beating,
and I collapsed at the bottom of the stairs,
I couldn't stop breathing,
But I heard a voice while I was now laying on the piano,
he's hyperventilating.

Cameron (the voice) followed me,
followed me down to the toilet,
where I pearched against a cold damp wall,
Mr. Moran found me,
and said the toilet was no place to be.

Mrs. Phillips then found me and got me some water,
I tried to get rid of her,
so went out in the rain,
I couldn't feel the bitter cold or the wet,
but she was still there to help me and tell me my orders.

She said I've wrung Mrs. T,
go there now,
she's waiting for you,
and so I ventured out into the rain,
and lumbered through the spitting breaze.

I sat down in the office,
and she explained what she knew,
and that she only found out 20 minutes ago,
I spewed out ******* for the next hour,
I cried in front of miss.

She told me how I should use you as my motivation,
how I should keep eating and stay strong,
how I should stay healthy to help you get better,
it couldn't get much worse than this,
so I had to keep fighting despite this revelation.

So on I went and played my saxophone into the night,
it was all going to be easier from here,
I didn't realise what I was going through till now,
Miss told me compassion fatigue,
I had my answers so I went home to tell my family my fright.

The birds are pearched
On the traffic lights then fly
Fly high in the sky