with a hint of despair
the lessons we learnt
these attempts to repair
to rebuild, to revisit, to revamp, to agree
that some things hold true
this year there were three:
"Don't forget your heart"
I wrote on the wall
In the place of not ever and ever and all
Between the breaths and the clicks
The tragedy and tricks
Don't forget your beating, booming, fleeting, restlessly free
"Humour your demons"
When the doorbells of nightmares ring in the night
And disrupt any romance in a moment of slight
Humour your demons
Make them cartoons
Make them your allies and wear them like plumes.
We can't let it be
That all we had hoped for and cherished was he
Coz 'We can be heroes"
We can be free
We can float, we can fly, we can marry the sea
So let's not be tragic
Let's reluctantly agree
This year was a lesson
And that lesson was free.