It’s Late
it’s late,
so late in the day
i have fallen for the fantasy i could not anticipate
and it will not go away
july will melt into august
just like relationships
can change from absolute must to absolute un-trust
it’s late,
so late in this life,
to start this fantasy dreaming
but i cannot help feelings
i have fallen for something that is strange
and it will not go away
august will disappear into september
but i know this fantasy will keep on breathing
i know it will be too easy to remember
even as the month burns away
and suddenly we are facing november
James Garratt – Monday 26th July 1999
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It’s Late – Written Monday 26th July 1999 (Aged 24)
