Red / Green

"These days I walk the line

Between Red and Green,

Between port and chardonnay

Just sitting, sipping pickling brine.

These days I walk and walk,

Till my shoes fall off

And my socks are wearing thin,

These days I find the time to breathe.

These days there's times I'd have to say

That I'd like for no one else to see.

These days I try and try to breathe,

Deeply.

My time away and lack of forethought

Has caught up my lead,

What with the fishes in the sea."