this line came to me a long time ago and has been saved on my phone drafts ever since til I started to think on it and wrote this in my train journey back from Southampton on monday :)
A crowded place, a limit of space
So many stories, mostly to bore me
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
Multiple of faces, all skipping graces
Indeed I’m restless, not entirely helpless
Babies are born, soon they’ll be worn
Children are dying, people are lying
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
As I reminisce my past,
I wish I’d said if asked
Don’t take my photograph,
cos I don’t want to look back and smile
The future is my upper class,
that was mine, but I chose to walk the mile
Who’s feeling fine?
Who’s killing time?
A prism of lonely hearts - New born, new found and now lost
Hidden under this microphone - of these boys, & these girls & everyone else
Triangle of absent thoughts - is taking, me over, as I sit
looking at my reflection - it’s cloudy, shadows mixed with dirt
In this prism of lonely hearts
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