Battleships and candyfloss drift above the battered autumn hedge,

I’ve always craved security but felt like I’m living on an edge.

The sharp blade, the teetering place, the pointed tip,

A secure job, a secure home, a secure future,

Maybe a decent relationship.

 

And it would be my failing if all that was to fall,

I would have precipitated the loss of it all.

 

But there are no jobs for life

Houses get repossessed and landlords get restless

Futures vanish and relationships torn ragged

And still that voice inside me shrills:

Find security -

then you can relax,

then you’ll be safe,

then you’ll be free.

 

But battleships and candyfloss go on drifting above autumn’s battered hedge,

And I keep craving security, feeling like I’m living on my edge.

The same sharp blade, the teetering place, the pointed tip,

A decent job, an insecure home but a good relationship

Secure because there is always a future

I know I’ll endure.

And it would be my triumph if all this was to fall,

Because I know I could precipitate the loss of it all.