Cryptic Mystery
i have a glass at night.
i look to the bottom.
i feel strange that night.
silly cryptic mystery,
dazzling in its reality.
i cannot work out life.
i wonder why.
i have a drink;
the pressure slams into my face.
i do not want to think.
i have to leave this place.
cryptic mystery.
the answers are there,
but i cannot see.
doesn’t mean much to me.
i feel like i am running out of air.
what it must be, just to be free.
i have to get out of here.
cryptic mystery.
James Garratt – October 1995
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Cryptic Mystery – October 1995
