A Clash
our words are always clashing
we have different kinds of wealth
you say i am a victim of fashion
i say you are a victim of yourself
you say more with those eyes
than you do with your mouth
i am hiding behind a cheap disguise
what is all this about
you look at me like a roundabout
i can see you have many things
i can see you are desperate to change
i look at our very own being
and realise we are not quite the same
our feelings are mixed up in a solution
once that we can never find
i have walked through many illusions
and past so many obvious signs
our worlds are always clashing
if only we could get on a little better
James Garratt - Saturday 17th April 1999
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