Lost in Frost
In limbo land
Lately, my life has been lurching,
You know what I mean,
My mind is always searching,
Each way, I lean
Is it cheese or the breeze,
Or just my dizzy head,
I feel that sometimes I want to sneeze,
But blow my nose instead.
The past is cast in concrete,
Some TV news I saw,
The results are often indiscreet,
And then there’s so much more.
I live dreams whilst I slumber,
And toss and turn in bed,
I’m the man from down under,
Some dreams I dread.
Lost in frost in limbo land,
I yearn for somewhere else,
I wish that I could make a stand,
And fall as my heart melts.
Though, like snow, I get to know,
A thaw evaporates,
It’s cooling here down below,
Tis what a snowflake takes.
I feel the steam from the dream machine,
Each time I lay my head,
Dreams, seen on the big screen,
I need something else instead.
I’m packing up my bag, it seems,
I’m just about to leave,
This world seems made of dreams,
Please give me a reprieve.
©
David Rudder
2023
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