Functional Reality Poem by Kevin Condron

You can walk a path through trees and fields
and gaze at cirrus clouds up high
And thoughts may pass through my mind at speed
of pleasant times gone bye

Of youthfull strolls through London town
with endless time and space and dreams
Now locked in memories, with no key
forever trapped or so it seems

But then perceptions cruellest trick
of where and how and why we be
you can think of this no longer
as you really need a pee