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The omens are confused, the omens are bad, They must be all wrong, it’s all going to go mad, Birds flying backwards, bumping into the trees, Flowers eating Insects, but spitting out the bees,

Incy Wincy spider went up the water spout, Down came the rain and washed the spider out, Out came the sun and dried up all the rain, Incy Wincy spider went up the water spout again,

Would you choose the old red pill or the truth of the blue, Would you suspend your reality for something very new, Your view of the world challenged after a lifetime of lies, Accepting your life you have built was just a bad disguise, Faked within a computer program run in a huge laboratory,

A far off scream rebounded round the streets, Splitting the sound into a rainbow of echoes, A grim kaleidoscope of primal fear and pain, In a run down place no sane person goes,

Motorways of electricity misfiring in painful bursts,  Lying to my brain and giving it false info it thirsts,

Round and round we go in our own personalised loop, People say stop digging when you’re trapped in a coup,

Standing level with the shoulders of giants, Head banging on the perspex ceiling, Enjoying the superb view from my high chair, Can’t get enough of this lofty feeling.

A red point of colour shining amongst the grey stones, Rubble scattered randomly across this land’s bare bones,

Thoughts of rhyme and reason fill my head, Like passing ships in the dead of night, The memory fades leaving a trail of waves, I can’t remember try as hard as I might.

The conversational clinking of yachts in the harbour, The running commentary of current affairs, Ropes and dreams blowing gently in the sea breeze, The water waves away your daily life’s cares.