Paul Two

A diagnosis only half true, when you smell the Limes, on a wind crossed avenue, act like you know, massage ties that bind, feel it in your bones, try to stay aloof, say you know what’s right, except there is no clue, you’re not alone, in this lonely night, dream instead of breaking stones, don’t rage and argue, not like it’s a crime, let the fire warm you, you have to keep going, in a cold evening light, the kids might phone , even though you’re not inclined, speak of their virtues, it's just a strange time, you're passing through?