So Shall it Come to Pass

So Shall it Come to Pass

Like waiting for Betelgeuse to go Type II,
It’s coming – just watch the skies.
Like waiting for rumours to bubble and stew,
They’re coming – just watch the flies.
Like waiting for baldness to creep up your skull,
It’s coming – just watch your scalp.
Like waiting for barnacles finding your hull,
They’re coming – they’re lurking in kelp.
     Won’t be today, but could be tomorrow –
     Until then, I guess that we’ll just have to borrow.

Like waiting for inflation to claim its stake,
It’s coming – just watch the pound.
Like waiting for inter-tectonics to quake,
They’re coming – just watch the ground.
Like waiting for showers to water the drought,
They’re coming – just watch the glass.
Like waiting for nettles to sting where they sprout,
They’re coming – they’re lurking in grass.
     Could be tomorrow, but won’t be today –
     There really is little more else I can say.

Like waiting for copper to turn verdigris,
It’s coming – just watch the roofs.
Like waiting for conkers to fall from a tree,
They’re coming – just watch the youths.
Like waiting for ebbaway tides to return,
They’re coming – just watch the crabs.
Like waiting for healing of blisters and burns,
It’s coming – it’s lurking in scabs.
     Don’t ask me when, I’d say if I could –
     It all comes along in when it’s ready and good.