19/ I’ll win the lottery

I’m back in heaven, with the pubs open.
Life fits where it touches,
it’s all out there.
I slip down from nowhere.

“Tell you one thing,
I’ll win the lottery, that will show them.
Tell you this, I can’t trust you,
no-one can.”

Guess where I am.
I’m in a cab,
going back to mine,

In a place somewhere near,
in a run-down pub,
was she a friend of yours,
did she look lovely or something?
I’m learning to see what we are.
We are not our thoughts,
we are not really here.