We would
talk about the 60’s
And agreed
we’d fit pretty well there
Real
bullshit
Hanging
with Hendrix and all that
But the
other option
Our own
rooms
Own homes
Any place
Any time was
better than where we were
Floating
through the lives of others
Gravel and
glass under foot
Always
someone scratching at the door
Trying to
squirm and claw their way
In
Never an
end in sight
And so we
adapted
Any way we
could
When a
person is pushed enough
They go out
to extremes
Or become
introvert
So we each
chose one
And the
rift it formed
Created a distance
both mental
And
physical
And afterwards
We never
connected the same way
That time
together was gone
Speaking
only here and there
Visiting
even less
But I
stayed the same
And you
stayed the same
For better
or worse
And
eventually I realised
There had
never been anywhere safe
For you to
be
No corner
of the world existed
Where you
could hide from what you
Had inside
What they’d
tucked away in there
Nor would
any past decade welcome you
You didn’t
even fit here
Now
With me
You could
have stayed and fought
But then
There’s
always the other option
So you
took it
Made the
choice
Leaped
without looking
And to
hell with the rest of us
But
I can
honestly say
That I don’t
blame you one bit
They got
to you brother
Clawed their
way in
And even I
couldn’t stop them
And still
the world
Is hard
And bright
and amoral
And loud
Without
mercy
I do not
envy you
I have
still too much to do here…
But say
hello to Jimi for me.