Do you ever wake in the morning

Your head spinning like a carousel

Thoughts difficult to make out

Like friends faces passing in a blur?

Do you ever find in the morning

A tune on repeat in your mind

Playing over and over and over

Like someone else’s jukebox?

Does it ever seem in the morning

That even the sparrows are mocking

With their constant cheap, cheap, cheap,

Like a kid banging a triangle?

Do you ever realise in the morning

That to waken has been folly

That the other place was nicer

Like a mad, mental playground?

Oli  02/0708