Washing machine (normal cycle)

Setting the dial, thoughts of you lift my spirit, you’re like the sun in the morning come,

I feared what I dreamed, I fear it effects the overjoy I feel at the thought of your beauty, coming by daylight,

Friendship and compassion greet me, kin in animal spirits, happy of being, of living, but to go outside,

6.30am and the neighbours have started demonic hounding, angered, unbalanced, stains the day coming,

Still waiting on you knocking, every minute the dial clocks thru, you coming and stealing me away,

This cycle of emotion goes thru us all, and still g fills my soul,

Serapax could wipe it all away, emotion to beige, never been, never hurting, nor knowing love,

Even so, I turn to Beauty, for why, g, you love me I don’t know, a mystery the earth will never unravel,

Clear beauty of form, g, thru the cycle I want emotion, now, spin together, take a walk, run forever, rinse thru each other, to happiness,

For to be honest g, that’s me, that’s what i go thru, a typical morning, thats where I come from, but I love you, so truly