Raith

Time breeds uncertainty, the shouting and fighting, a furious unease, its passage the blues tells me what's right, if you’re not careful, winter's like heating, steals in lilac as night, captures the need, find other avenues, in a dull morning light, who needs this curfew, with walls made of treacle, what's down the line, if it's not seized, need to sink a few, unlock my eyes, it's dark in this milieu, good reasons to scream, is there a sapphire, to burn off the scree, bring me fast tyres?