Running Around – Monday 6th March 1995 (Aged 20)

Running Around

running around
nothing much doing
nothing much to be seeing
with your head in the sand
how you ever expect to understand?
like a gormless freak –
when people speak to you
invader from my mind
cannot quite believe it is true
i shot pure gold
into the arm of a latter day king midas
just everything he touched –
was metallic and cold
he kept on running around
and sleeping rough in town
then he got angry and he got down
the landscape was tattered and torn
but he was still running around
how can they get things done
in the new age sun, as other things begun

James Garratt – Monday 6th March 1995

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