Eight questions reduced to four.

Eight questions reduced to four

Placed inside a circular city sphere 

whilst time now waits below as i peer 

at the theatre of the Ocean at my feet

And realise I haven’t a hat As it has sailed away. 

What would happen if I taught you to fold a dream 

made you a magnetised leaf 

That could guide us away 

from this trail of sea thoughts 

To the calm of those moment’s that mattered most 

away from those greying sky’s 

that we now stand underneath

And I now lay this wreath.