To sing in the clouds on a rainy moon lit night

To run naked down the Victora line tube train

To feel the empty spaces with eyes closed

To watch Brum from a distance beliving it to be nirvana

To wallow in mud with hippos

To sit in a tree till I starve to death

To slowly freeze to death on a mountain top gazing at the view

To be a vulture watching a war

To live in the endless monsoons of the Amazons as a mosquito

To be a duck on a pond in St James Park

To not go on so bloody much.