What do I want, I want the truth to be.
To Hell with me.
I write and sing for what its worth.
I want peace and happiness on Earth.
Joy, let joy be unconfined.
I am imperfect, do you mind?
So where is the perfect man, nowhere I suppose.
In the meantime may I wear his clothes?
I speak truth, I hope to be it too.
I waited everlastingly for you.
Some clown here says he wants the truth to be.
I well know I may be misunderstood.
The rubbish man says swap bad and mad for good.
I want to make it perfectly clear.
That’s why I’m here.
My aim is for perfection, may I not aim in vain.
The world is in pain.
May my words not go down the drain.
The rubbish man would like a holiday in Spain.
10th January, 2018