It must be the nights that run into each other
or the days that pass by me when I can’t be
bothered to dress,
there are too many reasons to reason with
I walk away from them all.
Someone asked me the other day,
what was I doing now?
‘gone Buddhist and bought some yaks,
making cheese which I sell to the
that didn’t impress them,
that I never dressed then,
things will change
or I will,
not sure which is my will
John Edward Smallshaw
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