I’m not here to make amends,
Albeit – a means to an ends,
Free the light so that we may attend,
A good old-fashioned jive.
Feeling alive,
Me and my soul now strive,
To be in a place not unlike my life,
From before the days of sun and strife,
We only know what we will settle for.
Walking towards,
The familiar pink door,
I’d open it but these days I’ve got yours,
Shine the light and spread the noise,
My friend, I’m back and now we’ll grow –
Towards something bright and coloured with choice
// a Weird Fish poem
