Random scribbles from a cave along the A38 by me.
With a penny candle to light the way and shadows on the doorstep
Let’s follow our dreams of white horses on clouds of candy floss racing to meet the dawn
And leave the bitter tears of loneliness to the pillow
Come skip into my world on Dr Martens and ride those pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.
It’s all real, I think?
Except what I hear and see on the outside of the box.