Microwave

I search the post to find the place where I was once enshrined I pace the garden, inhale breaths from in amongst the vines The lights are on I toss and turn my thoughts rewind Like a microwave, rotating to the time Your dreams don't shoulder me Wake up to my imagination I'm in the window looking at a face that once was kind I'm shouting help, searching for the bones you left behind You sit on sofas, reading papers all the time Like a microwave, the setting's predefined Your dreams don't shoulder me Wake up to my imagination I'm in the bathroom looking at the stairs I have to climb The taps are rotten and the tiles have long lost, lost their shine Sift through papers, look for ways to read your mind Like a microwave it breaks down over time Your dreams don't shoulder me Wake up to my imagination