"The Note"

Stood still, magnetic and placid
Fed on crusts of dirt from their souls
Scream out, cough, splutter into someone's life
Nothing's your own, not even your pride

Hope, it holds onto me like the voices from the machines
Cloning as they float through the fog
In the care of a note they found

Faced with directions but no routes
North, East and West are lost, South's under the ground
In this cave of crystals there are no clues
Between certainty and fate you've nothing but to lose

Hope, it holds onto me like the voices from the machines
Cloning as they float through the fog
In the care of a note they found

My dear get me out of this show
Start the car, take me home
I need bricks and mortar surrounding me instead
I've been walking for so long, what happens next?

Hope, it holds onto me like the voices from the machines
Cloning and floating through the fog
In the care of a note they found

Sir David of Laley 2011