
We think we are brave
craving to climb to the top—
too scared to jump down.

We think we are brave
craving to climb to the top—
too scared to jump down.

Joy of theatre
worth sitting on the floor for—
mum’s errands can wait.

A city aglow;
Screen lights, down lights, and tube lights:
drowning out moonlight.

Scrolling through chaos,
no wonder we are dry eyed—
aglow in blue light.

She waits for her life:
for the chairs to be sat on;
music to begin.