Are we all just slowly burning fuses
And I dance in the garden with all the muses
But they never seem to inspire me
They just tire of me
As I sing the same old tune
The feel of you being in the room
When it all went down
Now you’ve got the crown 
And they could call you king or god
But you’re not the name I call when I need the Lord
The one who never fails to show
He picks up what you let go
What you saw as infantile
Just makes my Jesus smile
And I was in the undergrowth
When he saw me start to slow
And he grabbed my hand
Showed me how he understand
All of my multiplicity 
Never calling fake on me
Just chameleon to fit the shape
Of what I need to escape
The rotary burn of the wheel
That crushes how the people feel
With their own doing nice
And old age doesn’t come twice
If it’s what you need
And we all bleed 
So there’s no need to cut
What you fear in another’s shut  
Door to your open green
Don’t you see that life’s a scene
Playing out on the screen of us
So I open up my closed heart and trust
And it’s a white knuckle ride, my boy
You were a sort of joy
I found on Twitter 
Do I just end up bitter
Coz I never had what you say
Is pertinent in the going away
That we’ve all been through
There’s nothing like the magic of you