I woke up drunk in a field last summer

And although I felt like shit

I was able to appreciate the tender pink flowers

That surrounded my sorry station

How I admired the beauty of that lovely morning

There were soft white clouds in the young sky

And the sun had just emerged from the trellis tree tops

From that day onwards I cleaned myself up

And although not yet at my destination I am getting very near

 

 

Samuel Malcolm Turner (2020)