by STEVE RUDD
From the bottom of the Dead
Sea, to the top of Mount Everest
We go to extremes, only in our best interests�
From A, to B - to be a better person
Night falls too soon, and we�re lost out of season
In a region that few tourists dare penetrate
Through the jungles, amidst a muddle of emotions
Savagely dancing, with an all-seeing blind date
In the mountains, and we�ve run out of lotion
My friend of some years upped and left.
Stole my heart but it can�t be called theft.
Now the travellers� tunes haunt,
In the mirror I�m gaunt;
Still, I feel like I�m on top of the world
As clouds twirl and I unfurl my mat
My mind is sky high, somehow screaming blue murder;
The sights pass me by and that�s that,
Train ticket�s ripped off my true nature
Between Iceland and Tesco the scenery�s changed
Between you and me, the bargains remain
The same for eternity, as we jostle for priority
Are you being served? Armed
With smiles on our faces, beneath subtle traces
(On your nose, too much powder�s suspicious)
There�s a point when the eyes see
Too much. Too soon.
And there�s no sense in the fight that�s being fought
On the surface of the Red Sea
Blood could have been shed,
Flowing to extremes
from the foot
To a head.