The Future Beckons – Written Monday 9th August 1999 (Aged 24)

The Future Beckons

the future beckons
and calls out with its hand
(the hand of fate)
but you are chained to the past
and worried you may be late
the future branches out
as you climb its slippery tree
you have all the talent,
but worried because you think i am only me

the future beckons
with its many twists and turns
you can see a golden sun
but you are scared to look
in case you eyes start to burn
i am able to see ahead
but, as i scramble forwards
i find the past is shackled to my leg
my stupid, lead filled legs




James Garratt – Monday 9th August 1999


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