Watching them and what they’re doing
speaking another language like cows mooing.
The wind is up and there’s a breath of fresh air
taking me away up there.
There’s a faint noise ringing in my ears
with drums bursting for years and years.
Nosy neighbours smelling of roses
distance snooping with passwords written up their noses.
Sorry. I made your eyes well up.
It looked to me as if you were crying.
You said you weren’t
but you were on the verge of tears there’s no denying.
Life in a bubble
with a face behind a shiny veneer
gets anyone in trouble
as you float too far away from those trying to keep you near.