My Favourite Chair

My Favourite Chair

I want to look inside
And find my favourite chair
I want to walk in
And feel at home
Most relationships I enter
I just feel alone
I want to open the door 
And see my favourite food
I want to look at the bookshelf
And see my favourite books
I want to come inside
And not feel like a visitor 
I do not want to be fumbling
To turn on the fire
Because I feel so cold
Most relationships I enter
Leave me old
I want to be left feeling better
I want to be accepted
I do not want to be an intrusion 
And let the relationship be real
Not a drastic illusion 
Most relationships I enter
I just enter confusion 


James Garratt – Saturday 6th January 2001