Let me laugh and also laugh with you,
Make yourself happy and joyful with me.
For the night has dawned on me and my precincts is cold
The light of day has not shown – it’s flown away to a further planet,
The mingle we’ve had is a solemn reminder,
Your voice is loud now and tomorrow you’re silent,
The dreams you have not shattered but frozen.
Where is the origin of words?
They go forth and burst into monsters and sometimes beautiful nonsense
In that serenity high above shown by Hobble,
You surpass that hundredfold for yours is now done,
The race is now for me,
With the baton held tightly in hand.
I run quickly for the exit too,
But more aware than you.
I won’t make the fight easy for them.
20th October 2013