Ego Flies in the Face of Fools

Ego Flies in the Face of Fools

it could be you but do not,
take me back to those days
when my knees,
hurt so,
they were red raw
and i find myself
utterly flawed
respect some kind of rules
ego flies in the face of fools
who craft dreams
with broken tools
it could be me,
that damage comes down
and i remember
a seaside town.
where i broke down
and found myself
barely able to get around
i do not,
want to experience those days
boy,
it was ablaze
high,
on some kind of haze




James Garratt – January 2019

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