It seems to me
From the way you dress
That you are a long way
A long way from home
I also surmise, surprise
That you are lost
Lost inside, I find
Inside your sketchbook world
Looking backwards
Back along the promenade
To the turret, to the tower
They are your silhouettes
The clock in the square
The coronation cross
They are your foreground
Your definition, your detail
This picture
Framed to the East
Framed by the faraway shores
Beyond the distance, beyond the horizon
These Jurassic cliffs crumble
Their history cloaks another mankind
You are I surmise
A long way from home
Are you here to escape
Escaping the troubles of mad mankind
Are you here, stored away, but crippled
Crippled, by your wandering mind
The stillness, the calm
Of this present situation
Behind the wars, behind the warriors
Is it they that test your patience
The injustice of your situation
Not by choice, or in context
Simply an artist drawing
On what’s left of this day’s life
The light is fading
You have moved along
The chorus of the song has gone
The stolen lives of those you’ve left behind
