I can hear the birds sing and it got me wondering.

The last time that I heard a train or looked up to see an airplane.

It’s like I’m looking at the world from the wrong end of a telescope.

In the distance all I see are people living in a dream.

Deserted towns and quiet roads. No big city overloads.

Empty buses never stop at empty schools, and empty shops.

When we awake and finally realise. It’s no dream but an nightmare in disguise.

So surround yourselves with those that care. Some were there and then were not there.

Last night the sun set in the west and stars reflected in my eyes.

Tomorrow the sun will rise again and we’ll awake as Butterflies.

TC