I wish I could rewind the clock
Like a tape recorder.
So i could sit in that cardboard box
Or bake with my mum.
I long to go back to that couch and watch ghost adventures with my brother and for the night to slip away while we cowered beneath a cover.
I wish I could have toast with my nana at her kitchen table.
Or help her with her scrap book that disappeared.
I think if she new she’d be angry for once , perhaps from out of fear.
I wish my gran could read me the wishing chair as a child.
Or make me chocolate spread on toast.
What is there anymore no money, no life , no hope!
Perhaps I could go back to my English classroom and have a bit of fun!
Instead I’m standing looking down the barrel of a gun.
We could of had a council house with proper rooms or cartons of orange juice instead of frozen food !
But be careful where you point your finger it might come back to you !
What if his had not happened
And we were still hanging about down the point
He offered me a cigarette
I should of smoked a joint!
I wish I could wash the names out of their mouths with turps.
I don’t want attention , only the peaceful song of morning birds.
My clothes still smell like the flat that I chucked you out of.