Overnight Phenomenon

While I lie tonight, wide awake

In a dream about that happy day

When these four walls show me more

Than my name and age

And there’s a knock on every door

And every door is always opening

For a bright youth, an opening

All that I was and all that I said

Went from a spring to a restless sea

Inside your resting head

When I’m old and mad as King George

When memories have all but decimated

All the colonies of my thoughts

I will wear a black bin bag

And for my shoes, the leaves of ten-year-old news

I’m on the tube becoming online phenomena

An overnight phenomenon

I’m wasteland drunk and my phone just died

I’ve got a sickly premonition I’ll get stuck in an 80s sitcom

Called High Life, no High Time

The ashtrays are full and ‘there’s one dance left!’ calls the mime

Who’s this poet-prophet-priestess

Playing the part of a phoney-artist-stuck-out-of-time?

I distract myself, unwind

I do less, distract myself, unwind

Take a second guess, distract myself, unwind

Distract yourself