You are not connected
Your words are not mine
But also I am not connected
And do not know
How to resurrect the past
Or how to strike out for a future
The more I see your choices
The more I feel
That I too must choose
Select for my own health
A varied kind of life
Which includes companionship
Here again with Berlin Blue
Here again in love with you
However long the breaks I take
Its all for you that I’m on the make
If love is love for old times sake
It’s all for you this lust I rake
There is no fear in the future
There is no future in the past
Fear lives only in the present
And for sure it cannot last
There is life in the living
There is living in the life
Life lives out in the present
Those are the hours of little strife
There is an explanation of the question
There is an answer waiting to be found
Hope is the hopeful suggestion
Where we go ourselves to ground
There is a world in the oyster
Thoughts turn to grains of sand
There is wisdom entering the cloister
As also with the shaking of the hand
Why be sad
When you know
Life has so many
Twists and turns
Go on, look out
At the sunlight
On the trees
As the wind breathes over the branches
Yes you can think back
To the hotel by the fairground
With a sauna
Frequented by young women
In this way
Levelling out happens
Mostly of its own accord
Although sometimes a little push helps
In the distance
Nothing more than distant
That
And the scent of freesias
With this legacy
Nothing more than legendary
That
And the letters in the cardboard box
Such a shore
Nothing more than footprints
That
And the marker path from airport to airport
Listening to Sam Fender
Who I found out about
By watching him at Glastonbury on TV
While waiting for Sir Paul McCartney
He’s a Geordie tenor
Who had schoolboy trouble
So almost in line
For some sort of comparison
Except his album
Is Seventeen Going Under
And I am
Seventy going over
And the wind blows
As cricket goes on
And ukulele players play
Before we have beef curry