Anya

Since you've been away, we don't know what to do, but each night pray, you break the maddened stone, say it’s all up for you, no one keeps you home, to sleep this time of day, hear you sing the blues, nothing more to say, you say you have to go, to always play the fool, laugh like a bag of stones, the walls have turned grey, Gin is not your ruin, you've eaten all your cake, confined within that space, you've little need of truth, lilac as a snowflake, you sing the joy of praise, see the creep of moon, new horizons are great, you take them as your due.