Dancing in the subway
Clear in a shaded room
Incense in the head
I want you around me,
Capable of removing stains painted to a glow
Dusted with a rolling colour
Starting to begin to live.
I’m in agony when you’re pained
Are you used to screaming when in need?
In the neon blue fantasy with coloured clouds
A fiction is now our reality,
I have watched you breathe and stood with you
in that phonebox
Resting in the traffic, green lights like a soft drink,
Avoidance has ended
And the strong winds open you up with a shove.