wrong place wrong time
suddenly feels like
circumstances of life
can overtake you
the island of safety
you stand upon
gets ever smaller
until there is no room
to move freely
everything suffocates
and behind it all
lies anger and despair
over what has become
maybe time to take
the doom balloon
pop it up high
upper atmosphere
where the air is thin
and random chats
with the unbelievable
entirely possible
give the nod to this
then we torch the sail
an’ fall to earth
in 1000 mile an hour
splat explosion
- from London Works
