there once was a boy called wavey,

who liked nothing more than gravy,

he stuck his head up a tree,

just to see,

if he really was immortal.

didn’t happen,

but I know what did.

a quiet lad,

not bad,

quite sad,


then along came peace,

then love and happiness,

then failure and release,

can’t hold on to what was never there.

my illusions are delusions,

when I see them I fear,

maybe someone else steer,

while we fly off the pier?

that’s why.

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