You didn’t have the slightest clue,
Your tender youth no good to do,
Sleeping stupid and late for the day,
An existence all planned, a well rehearsed play.

 

Can you hear me amongst the din,
Of adolescent flings, late nights and sin,
I am here in colour in glorious light,
I am here in the fullest in plainest of sight.

 

Shouting loud and without pause in your ear,
Brought no clarity, made nothing clear,
Merely served to irritate and tire me,
You are far from me and ignorant my dear.

 

2011