Role Playing – Written February 1997

Role Playing

when i am spirit
they will call me a ghost
if i am inanimate
does i mean i am not real?
or am i just still?
if i was not human
would i still feel
when i am walking through the night
are the things i meet
things that really exist
if i were away for a week
would i be missed
when i was a baby
i heard more than i can say
it was always hazy
hazier than the day
i was sleeping then
and as we travel on
i wonder about my role
then the wonder is gone
like it has just been sold
from right under my nose
never need to be cold
the doors are open, not closed

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James Garratt – February 1997

I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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