Stargazing for one

And as she turned out the light, she had no choice but to fill the dawn with the dull ache of reality. Now i crawl from my lair, put out my feelers, long for the past and grasp for the future. Though like mist at dawn it creeps through my fingers, so i sit with my head buried in work.

Lost and lazy, stargazer.
Sits on a shelf
green with envy
of the bygone self.

Return of the king

It was the best of times, itr was the worst of times... depending on your social status of course. We could all do with a second home to bury our heads in right now. Guy fawkes had the right idea, i'll clebrate bonfire night well and truly this year, in due to what was so close to been accomplished not due to the punishment and 'justice'.

London was burning, in a bygone time
Not so now, the flood is here
A city swimming, drenched in crime
...and the weak drown in fear.

Discontent creeps in, alongside mistrust
Cos when the top rains down
the sturdy framework, begins to rust
A penny for a frown...

...the bankers would scream, this was their decree
so Guy Fawkes please return
The bankers mantra's shared by the MP
...so old Guy, let it burn!