ALL THE BITS ARE WORKING:

Talking long into the night & early hours, the fall-out of
another heating one – shell-shocked. Good news feeds the soul,
get a little sprinkled on the day. The radio & papers obsess on
spreading bad news, prodding festering wounds to make sure there’s
enough hurt to go around. Things may not be the way I’d like,
people say & do stuff that makes me flinch. I’m no two fisted
geezer, it’s not black & white to me. Maybe I’m too soft,
too forgiving. I never was one for a punch up, developed 360 vision,
early warning systems, saw it coming & ready leave before it all
kicked off & dragged me in. If the radio & papers could get a hold
of what going on here they’d have plenty to infect the nation with,
but as I wake to greet a new dawn, watch the sky turn from bruised
to blue I’m moving on from yesterday & building on the good news.

(K)