What's Happened Is Happening
You tell me life goes on and
Mine has. The cogs are turning,
The wheels are spinning but I want
To find a branch and thrust it
Between the spokes. I want
To be thrown in the air,
To land in puddles of mud and tears.
Yes, normal service has resumed
But I've been left on the platform whilst
Some silhouette sits in First Class,
Sipping Champagne on his way from A to B.