autumn seedlings knowing sun
know sadistic winter’s fun
seedlings though, buried deep
miss the sun for beauty sleep

in junk-yard shelters
in slums with that patchwork look
there are those who make our clothes
stopped, though they cannot stop

wounded mind and eyes and limbs
condemned it seems to only hope
fret in rabid anger
upon this bed where angels came to play

nine to five, your evenings free
that’s the sum of your degree
that’s what folk expect of me
that don’t seem like destiny

fog is a magnet
in valleys of Black
curse all your demons
the devil bites back

it’s that time of year
resolve all your futures from here
but when the spring comes round
what matters what we fear?

she’s nowhere to roost
though friends clamour near
but love ain’t got nothin’ on fear

bumps and bruises fade away
blessing lessons always stay

now deeds I do can really screw

I think I know which way to go
though there are snakes and ladders
so pray the dice will be quite nice
though it’s not six that matters