When you are born, you lean and breathe and believe others
you have no choice
when you grow, your mind grows with you and questions and tugs and preens and polishes
you have a choice.
Where was our choice, it was decided by a percent or two. I just said goodbye to my previous life, I would do to get back to you.
I want more trips, but others have different plans. Others and others and others flood in, flood out, flow about, oh, but why are they still here?
Get them out they say. Away away, where they can’t see the day, that Britain starts again. This is not their home, not their real one….
Where is home outside of Europe? Where is my French spoken here, where can I jump again, jump over the line, when you said WE WANT NONE.