Understanding What You See
I have got to get away;
there is no one here.
I am only ever myself;
no one is near.
Then she rings,
and I’ve got
a telephone
stuck to my ear,
and she shows me
that I am a child,
full of innocence
and fear.
And someone
who is getting
more cynical
as I get older.
No wonder,
this place is run
by fools;
but surely, it can’t get
any colder.
And I can’t help
but look at him
and say,
I told you.
But knowing you
is something special,
getting out
of my teenage years,
so glad my mind
is still alive.
I consider myself
a champion—
just to be alive.
Rattled and smashed
are my jars of dreams,
pots of fear,
empty,
devoid of anything
except stale atmosphere.
This world is a farce.
I remember
a dark time,
a past
that I thought
would always last.
But I was lucky;
I got away
so fast,
and I ran straight
into your arms.
James Garratt – 1993/1994
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Understanding What You See – Written Approx. Late 1993 or January 1994 (Aged 18)
