Silly Me, Silly Me, Silly Me – Written Sunday 19th January 2025 (Aged 49)

Silly Me, Silly Me, Silly Me

What was I thinking?
Was it a summer dream,
washed down with a toxic stream?

What memories had I thought of?
What had I dared to dream?
Was my time caught in an unfathomable scream?

What was I doing with myself?
Clearly—clearly—
I dared to think I could be somebody else.

Look at me.
I am clever, after all.

The round of applause
was not for my genius—
it was because they thought I was a fool.

But applause should have fallen on deaf ears,
because those clapping hands
never caught my fears.
They just reached into my longing eyes,
and pulled out my tears

What did I really believe?
Did I believe that I could walk in,
and the royal court would get down on its knee?

Silly me,
silly me,
silly me,
silly me.

James Garratt – Sunday 19th January 2025

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