Thinking of points to prove
So peek into the mirror
Whilst I try hard to lose
The salt from these biblical wounds
Am I imagining a great something?
Outrunning the hourglass
I know you’ll steal a second peek
To confirm and deny
The fatigue of this mindless pursuit
But have you the stomach or the lungs to match?
I’ve never seen so much rain
I’ve never wanted to be drier
Another hole has appeared
I think I’ll put it with the others
Am I proposing to do nothing?
Thinking both views are wrong
I seek a proper education
It is foolish at this stage
Of this unpleasant situation
I’ll let you keep them – there’s more where they came from