…so this is the story all about how,

I’ve been twisting things all this time,

Telling myself stories to fill the gaps,

Because I had no tales of my own…

Pretty little lies to feed the hive,

Yes there’s a forever buzz in my ear,

Ringing that sometimes destabilises,

Hoping to be alert all the invented loops,

Pastry bits for the inner child,

Sleeping a little more to continue,

Spirits on ice for the old soul,

Penning things down to soothe little aches