It”s oh my God o”clock in the morning
Or rather bang slap middle of the night
This body of mine lies churning
My mind two black cats in a sack, in a fight.
Once again I”m besieged and beleaguered
All clammed up, shut away and remote
Aerobatics ditched now I”m underwater
Never stable in the plane of afloat.
Tomorrow (now today) I”ll be useless
But at least I”ll be back on dry land
Washed up, wiped out and exhausted
Still too unsteady to reach out a hand