I dream of profiteroles Buttered bacon rolls Risotto, pizza, garlic bread Not a care in my head I dream of chicken pies And blue skies Of strawberries and cream And high self esteem I dream of just going out With nothing, nada, nowt No bag full or paraphernalia Epipen, drugs and the inhaler Those childhood days Long gone but not forgotten Going out to play, for a while No … [Read more...]