The retreat of my imagination,

Everything in its place and station.

Take a breath and let it out,

Simple acts, but profound doubt.

A jellygraph lost, the sentiments not copied,

Left solitary in longing, a feeling embodied.

An unattended loss - all your own fault.

It was a picture in the haze, all out of sorts.

Karma that day, on the Isle of Barra

An objective stolen but focus left clearer.

The nature of happiness, fits not on a page

The world is ours, and it’s full of quiet rage.