Artisan – Written Between Tuesday 15th February 1994 and November 1994 (Aged 18/19)


i had a thought
so i gave it to an ancient craftsman
to see,
if they could make anything of it
and that craftsman,
well that was my mind
and they made it so beautiful
but it was moulded in the image of a fool
and soon, it started to grow
till it mirrored you soul and it became you
why, i do not know
it was mystified
and when i thought of you
it came from so deep inside
the outward shell cried,
it is going to be alright
i have met you at the age of nineteen
and i have blown myself back into oblivion
i have almost forgot about living
i have become really mixed up
and i have almost lost touch –
with all my inherited past
but reality can be as fake as any fantasy
and i knew it would never last
it would never grow old
so i ran back, and put myself back into the real world

James Garratt – 1994

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