At what point did I lose the will to dig
Pounce on ideas
Elaborate that feeling
Explode my atom into mass
Write down extortionate hypnosis
Sweep away those knock backs
My knarled hand that battering ram

Maybe it's the mounting that has stopped my thought
This net with mass holes of which none I have caught
The never say no to which I now tyre
And that is just it my friend
Lost in Desire

(The world loves a dreamer)

JJB