The Way of Things
This is the way of things
Someone else’s dreams
And special things
Sometimes I do not see –
The wood for the trees
It eats at your soul
Loneliness is a common disease
It gets worse as you become old
Little children with minds of hate
Stripped of their childhood
By a world that is not prepared to wait
This is the way of things
Paranoia and senseless beings
A ghost by the fire
A sightless seeing
Taking the mind higher
It is that special knowledge
That we seek to acquire
James Garratt – December 1994
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The Way of Things – Written December 1994 (Aged 19)
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