No matter where, no matter how long.

It takes just a few bars of that worn song

To choke that lump you thought you’d swallowed,

To wade again through that already wallowed.

 

A laugh at such a foolish feeling,

Minutes to add to those they’ve been stealing.

A week ago, to my dismay,

It sounded different. What’s changed today?

 

Something in the air perhaps, or even in the water.

Too wistful the foundations, thought I’d relayed the bricks and mortar.

Stop drinking too strong coffee, It screws with what you think of.

Only just last week it was a new thought that you were on the brink of.