AQUARIUS TURNING

Grey and sodden clouds cry
From my north-western sky
Where I used to fly with satellites
Before I was stuck at traffic lights

I'm pretending that I'm sane
With a bandage around my brain
Pretending that I'm whole
With sutures in my soul

Tight and screaming reins
Hold the prophets in my veins
Aquarius turns again
Again and yet again

                                  By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[charlie]

Ever noticed how "again" has 'a gain' within ?

[Phil Roberts]

Thanks, Charlie....I apologise for taking so long to reply but I don't get on here as often as I'd like at the moment.
A clever observation you make :)