James

That’s behind you now, sit stunned around a Pool, a breeze makes you scowl, on golden sand you dream, all that hides in blue, scrubbed by the sea, it's easy to be blown, what you've been through, why not turn brown, trees swell with yellow leaves, they carry the news, just let everyone be, what you can't undo, or make your tongue refuse, you won't denude, do you wax and seal, offer them cashews, put them on the wheel, concoct some fantastic town, where everyone is good, no one lets you down, no one makes you lose.