by Nick Gisburne
Of all the shapes and shadows of my past
Ephemeral emotions, swiftly shed
I look upon my glory days at last
They haunt me in the quiet of my bed
A summer’s madness, heavy, huge, is lost
But how could I surrender such a thing?
I never looked to find it, to my cost
Abandoned, like a kite without a string
The years beyond are memories to damn
When somehow I forgot to play the game
I see myself, exactly what I am
But never wanted what my life became
Still there, still laughing, swinging from a tree
The boy I was would hate his future - me
