Paralysed

Paralysed Chandeliers hanging from the skies Purple books within which you start all rhymes Faded walls that drift away or when you push them they slide Take this piece of bread and eat it but don’t ever let them see you try Windmills circle glowing like electric neon signs St Patrick’s Day is the day that you held out and became so wise A Fishes eyes looked at you with no surprise on hook demise Sometimes you know when it’s coming so behave yourself in lies The matador waves his red cape and you run because you can’t hide so rise In the stars you see all of the past and a glimpse of you and it makes tears in those eyes A light bulb flies by you and in the confusion it starts again and you wake legs paralysed.