These Days Are Strange
these days are strange
but i would not rearrange my things
and i still dream of the impossible
someone to sweep me off my feet
the romance of that notion
helps when moments feel less complete
i may as well believe in potions
and card tricks performed in the street
these days are strange
the damage and the hurt
are an army of the dispossessed
desperate to stand up and work
someone could sweep me off my feet
to be convinced and to believe again
would be the most amazing
it is no watching sunsets failing
James Garratt – Monday 14th September 2009
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These Days Are Strange – Written Monday 14th September 2009 (Aged 34)
