Tiny Children

Half the time as I sit in disarray

I am thinking of a dream I never had

Then I awake, and for a while

I call your name in Colin’s house

But tiny children have a way of falling down

Oh, I could make a meal

Of that wonderful despair I feel

But waking up I turn and face the wall

The car arrives and takes me back again

Drifting through imaginary planes

And fighting men aboard a raft

A sailing ship has run aground

And confidence is valued in these days

But each character

Is plundering my home

And taking everything that is my own

Oh no, I’m not sure about

Those things that I care about

Oh no, I’m not sure, not any more...