Overdosed on pleasure Pain by my side I sit here by the Irish sea An age spent Watching the tides   The breakers come Amid the flotsam A chill wind stings me Sandblasted But happy   Visibility Hardly My eyes barely see Into the distance Beyond my dreams   Imagination gives me comfort As the winds blow strong Tears flow freely But not through sorrow Blinking fast I rub My forehead,twisted, furrowed   It does not matter That the sun doesn't shine The clouds so low The mists of time   A grey seal Bobs her head To catch some air Barely noticed Unless I strain   Does she watch me Or am I vain She does not feel My winter strains Her comfort Would not sit well To me a human It would be hell   The muddy pathway Through Physgill glen Has brought me here And home again The memories lasting Oh so long Easily found Within my brain   Closing my e...