Ego, quick as the blinking eye of an owl,
Quicker ’till, that eye out, with a bloody scowl.
Ego, ever out on it’s daring dark nightly prowl.
Quick, we die out as mink darling, a daily cull.
Quicker then we think, imagination, life’s call
All dig a quiet time then die suddenly, that’s all!
More fragile then, we fight for light as shown,
Fall, collapse, bug spat, die outd, we’re gone.
Racing towards the ready, get set, sinking sun,
Dream through fields of flowers we run, run, run.
Bare footed, dark tar, seep between pale toes,
Onwards run out to play, what else God knows!
Simple idea, one is never so quite quiet, dead,
We go on, live on perhaps in another’s head.
Only I, blinking I alone can it do, do it, with wit,
I, bloody I alone with it, can the heart turn, flit.
Only I on my own, can life, my life, screw up, it,
Walk away from passion, what a “todo” knew it.
Only blinking I alone, create a unique asylum,
Alone, only I choose to live a life of joy or glum.
With any luck in time to all then listen succumb
Wooed, by love lassoed, walk out of selfs slum.
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Neil Pilkington
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