“What’s Meant To Be…”

A memory drifts off,
It falls away to die.
Upon Bayswater, Oxford too,
It drifts across old Hyde.
It falters down past Regents Curve
On Haymarket and left.
To where the dancers tap their shoes,
And on and on it drifts.

The walls lay mirrored as they dance,
As if a worlds not quite your own,
You look and stare; how strange a thought,
But pretty soon…you stand alone…

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 24th February 2010