at this moment nothing feels settled
as if snowdrifts have found my doors
as if the things I know
are off fighting a hundred year war
i feel fate upon my shoulders
haven’t we all been here before?
as if the waves of change
are crashing against my shore
at this moment nothing feels secure
insanity beckons;
and it is hard to resist its lure
i need all that there is
the most magic of cures
James Garratt – March 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 