Flipside
London, Summer 92-I think I've changed alot since then, do you?Ideas that I'd held for years, Emotional baggage. hopes and fears, seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong, but not as right as they seemed before.Was I different then? Have I changed? And will I change again? I'm thinking of a mental free-fall, a partial total memory recall like what of the future, what of the past, what of the present will last? And did I say forget and revert to the old ways, forget this hurt, am I better off or in reverse, untaught by experience and therefore worse? I mean alot. I mean a little. I'm like a coastline, a beach and spit- Spurn point and the rest of it. The sea, the tide, the salt and foam, I'm the blasted land, the sand shifting, drifing out and back, then breached, drowned, defences down, rebuilt from this day on. Or maybe not, maybe my moments gone. I mean a lot, I mean a little. I'm supple, brittle, pig in the middle. There's resilience inside my face, but sometimes nothing. Deep space. What I feel and what I fear is always here-my atmosphere.
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