2024 Knocked on my Door 2023 Came and went Spent In Glasgow’s Deep lament A boy in red From Inverness He said Beckoning again For another attempt at betterment Flowing from my arms, to my legs and then back to my head A rollercoaster has been thread Into my skeleton and cerebellum Coasting rigidly Overriding my reasoning Prancing down my spinal cord Eliciting sensory overload Next to my tight, lonely soul What is better?