And when all feels lost and night becomes the mood
You can look into the deep blue from the hill
See the evening stars burning out
If you are blessed
Forget yourself for a while
Without the need for a drink or company
Listen to the rodents in the walls
Scratching out an animals existence
Put on some Louis Armstrong, what what!
If you’re fortunate enough
Forget yourself for a while
And think about the distance between all of us
Take a bath and draw deep record-shattering breaths
Underneath fathered feathered lathered suds
If you are lucky enough
Forget yourself for a while
Whilst you dream on all that has gone
Regret that you are here in peril
The instant is the thing and there will be more to come
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