I am only but a man, a boy really to be honest.
A boy trapped in a man's body,
in search of Zoltar. Or perhaps just my own
personal Czar or Jesus. Johnny had it right
when he said “They buried me in that great
tomb that knows no sound”. I’ve been
screaming and hollering for eternity, but
on the surface everything seems calm
and the sun is shining. I am looking out of the
window at a younger version of myself, maybe
twelve or thirteen years old...he is unburdened,
he plays soccer, he skateboards. Eastenders is
on later.
Life is gravity. Life is Abbey Rd, track six.
Life is now. Life is tomorrow.
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