Overboard
I am thrown overboard,
by my own imagination.
It’s a situation of simplification,
a dream –
of much multiplication.
I am the con artist of my own ego,
the juggler –
of my own self-esteem.
Tiredness draws me in and finds me out,
it’s then that I become an ethereal being.
I am thrown overboard,
but somehow I stay afloat.
I am captivated by a song,
that somebody else wrote.
And all this is of my own doing,
a castaway cast on what could have been.
But I am lucky,
because I know all about dreams,
and I know how to paint that scene
And we know there are troubled times,
that never come clean.
James Garratt – August 2024
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Overboard – Written August 2024 (Aged 49)
