Watercolour

Face it

I would sit at home

Finding places

I wouldn’t go

There were traces

Of affable clones

But via phrases

I’d learned on my phone

I’m all of a flutter

I’m just watercolour

Basic

Won the raffle once

Was he famous?

I wouldn’t know

There were pages

Of my scattered hopes

That after ages

Turned into jokes

I’m just floor to cover

I’m just bored of coming in

To the office fully sober

I’m just water running

I’m just bored of shuffling

To the coffin on my shoulders

I’m just watercolour

I’m, all of a sudden

Here