A Slave To Other Peoples Whims
retreat back into shadows
not sure,
of the uneasiness
that seems to reside within me
living in the pockets of others
seems to leave room for troubled anxiety
and raucous insecurity
i need to steady me as if i were a ship,
find the tiller,
embrace my cracks,
not just resort to filler
because i am not out there on a stage
and talking the talk
i can not make a valid save
there is only me that resides within my uneasiness
and i have to hold on (once again)
as i see july from my windows
and yet the world is soaked by pouring rain
i retreat back and i begin to wonder
what is next for me?
i guess once again it’s an unknown destination
but i can not carry on living in someone’s pocket
that can’t be my every fate
a slave to to other peoples whims
yet more dreams that i hopelessly chase
James Garratt – Tuesday 9th July 2024
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A Slave To Other Peoples Whims – Written Tuesday 9th July 2024 (Aged 49)
