Alone in the front room
Bruised eyes and cut arms
Injured egos and smoke alarms
Irritant minds with a head set to stun
I wonder if this will ever stop being fun
Light through thin curtains
At a time we don’t know
From the night before what have we got to show
But a world off centre
And pockets of dust
How good it feels just to be part of “us”.
Hard coffee in jars
Goats milk for three
Trying to find some recovery
The world stops to spin
Television no sound
For the first time in hours
Our feet touch the ground
Again we leave Byways
Exhausted and sore
Half memories abound
From the night before
Smiles and laughter, a game we won’t win
So I bid you adieu, farewell
Fin.
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