Where Are They?
it doesn’t seem to matter anymore
everyone has gone
and no one is painting the door
lucky lucy is on a magic quest
upon alice’s chequered floor
listening to the news
getting so upset and getting the blues
thinking it is the end
i wore out my shoes
just looking for my best friend
i wrote a story
full of love and fear
i put the story down, after telling it to you
then i turned and i watched it disappear
learning so fast with new ideas
learning so fast
from the taste of overused tears
sometimes i wonder about it all
stealing the secrets
from the nimble fool
the one who lives in a dark corner
just beneath a stool
if all the people from the future
have built a time machine
and if they have come back to this day
so where are they?
James Garratt – Friday 28th October 1994
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Where Are They? – Written Friday 28th October 1994 (Aged 19)
