Scoop that sadness from your heart, o’ wanderer, you carry that slugger heavy on your stomach. We can make something perfect of you, a slim blade made for neat cuts, if only you slow down, stop now, and listen to us, o’ wanderer. There’s too much out there, the world too big, for the likes of you, o’ wanderer, you must end these games here and seek out a sedentary life. O’ wanderer, why do you make this so difficult, why do you make us clip your wings?
3rd August 2023
Paddy Dobson