Confused
But somehow, making it
To much information
And too many questions
What is time
Other than a construct
Is orange gravitational
And the colour of time and space
It might as well be
How much do we really know
Like lord of the flies
I am torn between
My latent savagery
And trying to be civilised
But dreaming of Coral Island
Why can’t life
Live up to the fantasy

My Mum never warned me
And Dad, he was always too busy
My world view
Seen through rose-coloured glasses
Is brotherly love a given
Or just another illusion
Forced feed us by faries
From never, never land
Why all the disappointment
People...