Glass By My Side

There's a glass by my side and a TV to pay attention to and a god to worship and a job to do and a mortgage to pay. There's a glass by my side and the Bilderberg group and flowers in the park and chores in the morning and dreams yet to realise. There's a glass by my side and an alarm clock never more than a second away from going off. Depending on your situation. There's a glass by my side and mouths to be fed and windows to clean if only they'd listen. Turns out I'm not as young as they thought I was when I kept on all those years ago. I used to go putting on the putting green and the man with the hammer, was left well alone. And you could see your future from your lookout point, but it was so far ahead it spelt decay. They played cricket there with slopes for boundaries. And now the council's rich yet we sit among bottles smoking dreams made of beautiful things. There's a glass by my side. There are mouths to be fed but they exist in my head like the end of a thread. There's a glass by my side I can never define. There's a candle to burn while the idiots gurn. There's a glass by my side and a rug to be swept and a heart to be kept and another I left. There's a glass by my side. There's a chat to turn off or turn down, but it won't. There's a doing that don't. There's a glass by my side then the bills I must pay and the man I must be and the people I'm not. There's a glass by my side and I represent those who I can't abide and that's when I slide. There's a glass by my side. It's the thought there are folks who would rather I'm dead that I've never met. There's a glass by my side, I'm a taker of thoughts neither borrowed nor begged. There's a glass by my side and the unconscious many dance to the tune Of the fortunate few. There's a glass by my side and if you expected some big ending well, yeah, forget it: there's a glass by my side and I look inwards to the backstreets of...