is that,
what this is about
knowing your place
i never really connected
with the role models

when you up –
to your waist in smoke
when you are knee deep
in your own lost hope

i remember the boy
who choked on growing up
and lost their toys
the awkward boy
battered by ill meant winds

we talk about
all those years ago
it is like,
the past is a film
of program’s we once saw

what happened –
to the world around me
when did it –
become something
that has fallen apart

hold me
hold me
hold me
but not like a clamp

share the same scars
the same –
battlelines
even if you did not serve –
in the same battalion

i try to be a, ‘good man’
work hard,
put my, ‘soul’
into canals that run through my heart

we were dreamers
just dreamers
balloons and bubbles
just bubbling
left to float