Sentimental, awash with nostalgia
Do you remember, or are you scared
Think on - only from the past
No ideas for an unknown future
Nineteen Eighty Four is way back
A place no more than a wilderness
The Easy Rider’s have smoked
Their last cheroot, today is a reflection
But what of tomorrow
Walk naked down the high street
Or some other form of soul baring
Or extravagant expression; rose petals
In gardens falling, more or less to dreams
To intensify - autumn’s fresher schemes