Laurels

I come from a place where neighbours care

and opportunity runs in the family

Like a great Oak tree that quite reliably

stands tall and majestic, takes all of the credit

We just keep on keeping on

I could take a look and follow

Lean upon and borrow. I could climb up and on and on.

Turn the record round, turn it upside down

Play the songs of tomorrow

Or put the needle back on, and simply rest upon your laurels

Despite not being troubled, I have struggled

to automatically find a real place to stand,

to own the land, to stamp my authority

Time to take a train ride towards undiscovered ballads

And patiently wait 'til something arises

Watch the passing sunrise, sleep beneath the moonshine

Take your time for once