In Hiding

The mobile phone is long since dead

And I’m not feeling very well 

There’s a ring tone playing in my head

But no-one’s face here rings a bell

I had an itch for scratching

So I took off for twenty years

To find a hill of happiness

Above a vale of tears

To find a quiet hiding place 

Beyond others’ expectations

To sit and watch the river flow

And read The Book of Revelations