It's funny how when you're quietly walking
And there's nobody there to interrupt with talking
How thoughts turn to the bizarre and obscure
Finding mouths in the clouds, see them abjure
I remember a kiss a secret soft in my dreams
The eyes above were blue or so it seems
Blue and deep as of soft island seas
dipping in toes and feeling for the breeze
Notice how the taste of a place arrives on the air
Carried to your notice subconscious to your care
Like in the lakes, so fresh and so pure
a remembered smell and a permanent lure
Man the views in the mountains are oh so sweet
from oh so high it make's the heart beat
Now that's a great thing with adrenaline rush
All whacked out and take another push…
But then exercise is kinda dull in it's repetitions
I'd rather risk my health on alcoholic missions
Down the pub for a few games of pool
I'm a mechanical artist and the cue is my tool
Damn and I said I would stop bragging my skills
but then nobody knows me up here in the hills
Strangers with all their different weird lives
But then you'd be weird too given some of these dives
How fortunate and unrealising we lucky few are
Seems that the poverty gap has widened quite far
But I suppose that we each have near equal chance
In enlightened days we are all at the opportunity dance
And they say my dancing reminds them of bunnies
And how many 'friends' are making these funnies
I dance like a dream not a nightmare as told
With style and flair not robotically cold
Read a book last night about a Robot in love
So much strength kept in check by this robotic 'dove'
And when choices ran out with no logic to leaven
He turned himself off, went to chromatic heaven
He should have gone for a quiet little stroll
And maybe realised loves not for the prole