The world appeared unhappy
A place where I could lull
And be outside of myself
And see a sky so dull
It happened that at times like this
I’d sense something awry
And wonder if I’d missed my time
And ask the question; why
But no-one wanted answers
They knew not what to say
And wandering so waywardly
Could not keep harm at bay
So what of undue harm; I ask
Is there a magic cure
Or just a sense of purpose
That serves me like a lure
It tells me; come – be yourself
Live like there’s no tomorrow
Find happy amongst furrowed brow
Let joy replace your sorrow
Too smart to be a simpleton
Too young for black and blue
A perfume with the sweetest scent
Walks on my avenue.
sensualism 