Every time I come around here, same drama

It's exhausting, being in someone else's house.

You are staying with people who like nature,

they seemed surprised when you told them

you'd be arriving by car, oh that will be unusual

not to pick someone up from the station.

It is 8 am and you've always had a theory

that this is when the best sleeping happens

your brain is aware of all the times you have been 

so stressed at this time, so desperate to be

anywhere other than the desk in that office

but you can smell coffee and you know 

it is expected of you to spread jam 

and be part of someone else's choice of a day.

On the first Christmas morning away from home

you have to adapt and say I will be part of you now

except this isn't it, how things used to be

is an outdated concept, like waiting for a new

chequebook to arrive. They eat breakfast 

in the garden, you have never done that before,

not a proper breakfast, at a table, with your shoes on.

Natue is a long way away but let's see

what it's like today.