The Wishing Well - Aking

A carefree stint on a clear coast

It was a rampage but I lost direction

The satellites are outdated

New road signs name places that have always been there

I always talk calamity

Beneath the shiny waves

An undertow waits on me

Put this insomniac to sleep

A stone’s throw dipped toe

A breeze to make you blush

No emergencies no bulletins to leach on us

In the absence of distraction

There’s no charm in ravaging the splendour

To persuade this thief to stop

Is like asking an insomniac to sleep

The water drowns me out

I am a distant murmur

Don’t wear yourself out

Don’t run yourself down

Still stealing silver from the wishing well