BACK TO BASICS.

When you’re sat in the depths of yourself
On a Monday morning,
And the once swirling world no longer
Seems concerned.
When daytime television beckons your
Attention until school breaks,
And your kids return to take what’s
Left of it away.
When Tuesday blurs through Friday and the
Once hallowed weekend starts
And all you’re looking forward to is
Another hour’s lie in.
When Sunday grunting rumbles through
The household’s rivalries,
And you’re sick of picking litter from
Beneath your family’s feet;
Then take your lover to a corner
That’s avoided deconstruction
And tell them to lead you back to where
The universe began.