Spur of the moment, penned during a mad revision of Social Studies actually. (Though I don't think the content of the poem has anything to do with the social studies!)
I don't know where this came from. And that is exactly how I believe it should be.

Fran Healy, of the band Travis, a band I love(and will love for a long time!), said that songs (or poems) come from the "spaces between thoughts". - wee patches of grey that don't appear to be real. Nor appear to make sense. Or have a definite origin. I think I've understood that, in sort of my own way, right here.



Like most else, this is entirely open to interpretation; do share your own, I'd love to know.

(It's been such a long time since I've written a poem. It feels fine. Ish. And odd, like feeling again what it's like to have a shower after ages and ages of not having done it regularly!)