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Contained, but not maintained...
Hurry up and wait for the call and for the door.
Turn toward the window wanting more, wanting more -
I'll call for you when theirs need to, my love.
Hurry to the place were we go near the ridge.
Look at my face, who am I trying to kid? -
I'll need a shovel and a pick to dig towards the sol.
Hurry round the fire, while theirs still some glow.
Look into the flames as they drown from the cold -
I'll close my eyes and never grow old.
Hurry outside now that the winters going home.
Everyone's out there, hunting for there bones -
I'll go home and wait in my orthopedic chair.
Hurry to something now, as time is counting down.
Listen to the the coo coo's, 1.30pm sound -
I'll be late but believe me, I'll be there.
Hurry into the day before you squander it all.
See the light through the window, beckoning with her call -
I'll see the night bleed as the day is ruptured.
Hurry to the robin, for he is fighting fit.
Hopping round the garden, fearless eyes made of grit -
I'll watch him while he watches me.
Hurry to my lover now, she is calling from afar.
Sitting in my front room listening to the cars -
I'll find her if she wants to be found.
Hurry to my armchair, I need somewhere to sit.
I can think about the old days when I was fighting fit -
I'll close my eyes and imagine my life away.
Hurry to the nothing now, because nothing is really there.
I was born slow and able with a mild health scare -
I'll be happy with what god has given me.
Hurry to the nowhere as theirs nowhere left to go.
Contained but not maintained, I have let myself go -
The mirror never lies and never really knows.
Hurry to my reflection, reflected by the sun.
Who is he that stands before me?
who have I become?
