I’m not well. - Extended
By Michael Tronnolone, extended for Rosemary and Time
All of them from different places.
I used to work with databases,
now one's inside my head.
I think I'm borderline psychotic.
I love, me, a good narcotic.
Faces swirl, it's quite hypnotic,
but what if they're all dead?
I used to think I wasn't well
but that idea's met its death knell.
On bad thoughts, I shouldn't dwell,
but who am I now?
One's life is a great odyssey,
and I think it's changed, quite honestly.
I think about it constantly,
I can't escape that vow.
Needn't dream of greener pastures,
for, bar any big disasters,
we've got all the forecasters
saying we're nearly home.
I've always wanted to go back,
before life started going off track,
to fields full of flowers, lilac.
On fresh pastures, now we roam.