We were so young in our delirious cages,

we accepted danger as rage against aging.

Play a melody of uselessness,

a symphony of apathy.

Slipping, sliding, creeping under consciousness.

Yet I see you, working

so busy.

The world looks small from far away,

cars collide.

Imagination is stretched to avoid reality.

Christ its Scotland! Where's that global warming?

Perma-gloom evicted from Glencoe - the sun is burning.

Your ancestors grimly warn from restless grave -

'It'll never last; it will all degrade to misery.'

Chronic enduring Calvinistic-Caledonian work ethic;

reality wakes the life we dream as trivial kindness weakens blackness.

Special events like birthdays and holidays.

Merry Christmas, and here's another year

to celebrate age and ignorance.

Fifty-two weeks.

A garbage-can clock - recycling time.

Out with the old

for collection day.

Hurry up, nightfall is coming,

And with it are clouds and rain,