I wonder at the light in the mind
The freedom that the morning waters find
The emotion of the sentience of me
Away from my jovial family.
What is this insipid separation in me
Content to be demented and demonstrated
Laughing out loud before the Northfield crowd
Walking and talking in Victoria Common about uncommon things.
Whispering under my microphone for the things the day brings
High mind and tender emotions and shallowest school boy belongings
Such wandering longings to begin again the journey of life.
The circumstances are repeated like the little boy lost looking for his mum
To make his environment feel warm, sound and comfortable
Not like those shadows aching his tired old brain
Remaining still inspite of all that strainging in the park
Not to look too deep into the hearts if dark at all…

What is all this news about The Fall?
Now I am a Church goer, the writing is not on that easy wall
Where the mission is so ministry that the members forget my poetic name.
I shall walk the walk of shame with my head held high
Until November rains mention the instilled nobility to the flowers again
And more than my disappointment is morning trade
In the hours away from my house I can afford to get upgraded.

AI Summary

It’s a meditation on the fragile clarity of morning, where the speaker feels both free and painfully separate from family, wandering through Northfield and Victoria Common with a mind full of longing, self‑consciousness, and the old ache of childhood vulnerability; the poem moves between tenderness and fear, between the desire to begin life again and the shadows that still cling to the brain, before turning toward church, community, and the slow dignity of carrying disappointment with one’s head held high, ending with the sense that even in shame or uncertainty, there is a quiet upgrade available in the simple act of stepping out into the day.