Daylight stealing
Winter feeling
The night the blight
The sight of life peeling
Skin off the bone
Free wheeling
There's days that intend
Like coming-up to the bends
Like the strife
Of the knife in a back
The cleaver of facts
Their feuding and dealing
When you react
To the lack
Of the knack
That could see you through
Without sound
With out rhythms around
Feeding and needing
Just to get traction
Just a fraction
Too late too early
Had by the hurley burly
That gloom
So soon
No room
To fit
The chance
Counterfeit lanced
The sale is done
Joy-riding for fun
Listen
To the contrition
That decay
Of the omission
Frame the claim
Put it into the mouth
Of society
Reckon on no piety
Because if there is a dawn
Or dearth
Or God-given at birth
Remember the glitches
In your mind
The bitch's both
Male and female kind
Who stalk you still
Make you take your will
To find the pill
Of wit and skill
Who bemoan
Then don't atone
Leave them
Bob and weave them
Come up for air
When you need them
Stephen
My name when
Whole and full
Light the spark
To ponder the flight
The arm wrestle
Rue
In my dreams
That deem
The need
To plead
For the freedom too
Wild and offend
To attend
And mend
The bastards
Grey and young
'Sting or be stung'
It's a deal
It's done
Never time to run
Always time to be stung