The Real Me – Written January 2003 (Aged 27)

The Real Me

the real me is lost in a past
one,
which no one believes
it is a past which packed its case
and left some time ago
it was last seen –
heading off into the distance
my existence –
is the measurement between extremes
reality and dreams
the real me
it is a signpost
pointing the wrong way
it’s a day of the week
more like monday than a friday
the real me
is there for the taking
it’s just where you look
and the things they took
i am here, in all my glory
my charity shop ways,
my handbag stance
my two left just trying to dance
but never quite right
and not quite wrong
hanging onto each other,
we’ll just have to get along




James Garratt – January 2003


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