Lying on my back, inhaling the pack.

Watching two V’s merge into one.

They’re flying South, over the river mouth.

They were here and now they are gone.

I could leave by train. Away from this pain.

Without any thought of resistance.

Watch home town lights, disappear in the night.

Like strangers into the distance.

Racing red brick walls. Echoes rise and they fall.

A one way ticket with no return.

The air must be sweeter, the grass much greener.

Watching all my the bridges burn.

Daydreaming the fear. Stuck in this atmosphere.

Tied to the plough and the clan.

Seasons slowly change while I quickly age.

Modifying my master plan.