Foolish – Written October 2024 (Aged 49)

Foolish

i thought i could find my way home,
but now…
now i think i have been foolish.
and i think,
well, maybe,
maybe that’s not the case.
maybe, i just misjudged the pace.
maybe my hopes and dreams were a cocktail,
yet one that was fatally laced.

i thought i could make my way here,
i thought i could relate to their tune,
but clearly, i was one light short
— of a complete room.
i was caught in the morning rush hour,
and lost in the daydreams of my afternoon.
i had hopes,
but now those hopes are alone.
i thought all the colours were real,
but now i am doused in heavy sepia tones.

maybe, once again,
i got up and volunteered to take part,
but it turns out that the winds of change were,
in fact,
not so much winds of change ,
but a deadly difficult game.
and whatever the wind was,
it did not pull me along,
for it turned into a raging storm,
one which was too strong.
i thought i could make my key here,
but now i know i was so very wrong.

James Garratt – October 2024

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