PRECEDENTS.

I spend half my time thinking
Of a previous lover,
And the rest looking forward to
The prospect of another;
I don’t enjoy the moment.

The sky remains the same
Although it changes colour;
The air is still around
Albeit without candour,
And I will still be me
Even though I change my residence,
And cannot endure the present tense.

I spend a third of the day at work,
Another third in bed,
The rest is spent between the two
Arranging in my head
How to get the hell out of here.