Just Alone

Now I'm the fox, and you're the hound the tables have turned, turned upside down I've got to jump, plummet like a stone and run and hide, and leave my home now I am the mouse, and you're the cat I've to hightail it like a plague-carrying rat, I've got to carry the weight of all your lies and be as homeless as the wind that cries. Now I'm an island without an isle a stream I'm left wondering again who I am what vestige, what remnant of me is, left? Once I was a young stag, but who am I today, now I am a mote without a sovereign's castle I am a land without a country, I live my life each day a little more numbly, drinking, more and more ale, a lot more bourbon. Now I'm a vulture without a bone to pick over I feel I am broken, like a cracked china plate one if you release, will surely-break get buried in the corner of a garden, never visited. Now I'm the fox, and you're the hound now I am the mouse, and you're the cat now I'm an island without an isle a stream now I am a mote without a sovereign's castle now I'm a vulture without a bone to pick over I am just alone, I am just alone, I am a broken reed, without a tune. Mark Heathcote © 2017