Watch Me Turn

Rooftops, grey smoke

I wrote your name the moment that I woke

And I feel the need to work and fill

My empty box

Nineteen, age of glory

I need some time for me

You took your night shift oh

Nineteen, not much glory

Apart from writing poetry

I’m taking some time off

Spare days, spent idle

The shapes, waves, tidal

Are we grown up kids?

At least we’re making it

Does it feel odd?

Do you think we’re shifting into scaly animals?

I watched you shed your skin

You watched me turn