High

And I’m balling

I’m falling

Away into the sounds and clouds

To the mesh of colours

That push me this way and that

Laughing with me, at me

Me too, I’m laughing

Though I’m not sure what’s funny

Ready for the day I’m going to be born again

I’ll keep tripping over till I get that

Young Life

How old is your brother

He’s starting to work

Life’s good and all

Till he earns the money

And the drinks come from the tap

And the honey runs from a dry teat

Waiting for him every weekend

Sending him packing every Sunday

To see him again on Friday