Living Apart – Written Sunday 12th November 1995 (Aged 20)

Living Apart

climbing the stairs
i still look around with intrepidation
always being away
in my world, a hang up from a long time ago
i can do what i want
but i cannot do the same in reality
i believe my imagination is the oldest
but reality really is the coldest
it grips me by the throat
it hangs on me like a heavy coat
now, when i climb the stairs
i start to believe my imagination has come to life
and my worst fear will be standing there
some people live reality easily
some find it all very dark
these people are not with reality at all
they are living apart
detached from the most natural partner
they really do face their fears
every time they climb the stairs




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James Garratt – Sunday 12th November 1995