I Can See
I can see stars,
I can see heaven —
it is just beyond Mars
and just beyond the galaxies.
I can’t see our generation in the future,
not you or me.
I wonder, whilst we wait to descend
into the perils of a multicoloured life,
if this is not already the end.
I can see everything now —
at least, I think I can —
but I do not like what I see,
and least of all do I understand.
I can see people falling off the edge,
hiding in the cottages on the outside,
just beyond the perimeter of death.
They are just about alive.
I can see nothing in space;
I can’t see the golden age —
just the future laid to waste,
a future of magic and the mage.
We will always go somewhere,
but where are we going?
Is it out of the dense wood?
Is it into the outer-town suburbs?
Is it somewhere good,
or is it somewhere really absurd?
James Garratt – Thursday 9th March 1995
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I Can See – Written Thursday 9th March 1995 (Aged 20)
