Caught in the Paradox – Friday 29th November 1996

Caught in the Paradox

could be blinded by your sight
shot and confused
hanging down, feeling out
it all means something
something to wonder about
lost in a stone’s throw away
seen by no one on a fiery day
hounded by sneaky freaks
till they pick my bones
and reveal my soul
could be lost by your directions
and the search for everything
somethings may always remain concealed
even by yourself,
but none of us seem to be what we seem
all living and lost in a similar dream
children on the merry-go-round
that never seems to stop
no way on and no way off
could be held by your loose arms
semi half hearted meanings
of protection and idealism
fed about like food
could not be anywhere less
whatever we do



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James Garratt – Friday 29th November 1996