Sliding rule, breaking tradition
My demons rise as practised anger.
Danger flint sparking fields of wheat
Destroying my castle from within.
Terror struck I run to the cupboard.
To pick up my boy; to give him a chance
To make a day last longer
Picture a vast chasm cast in iron
Scrubbing my eyes to recognise belief
In charm for being
Seeing new colours and lines
Transmit them with my child to make people cry
Emotion free to flow as it should be
Unlock your demons
And meet together
Smile in tandem
Reach for the new born stars
Live a new life
April 10th 2015
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015