At some point in my swimming mind
I caught a glimpse of this waste of time
And this erratic consciuosness took its toll.
I leant against the bridge-under the milky light
Scratching round for cigarettes,
Itching for some interest
And I always seem so close to the exit
the doors swinging madly to and fro
I would love to take the time to go
But my myriad labyrinths bamboozle me
And tricky gremlin muses sneak my plans away.
Choose one, Gemini!
Someimes you're so close to the answer
The giant hedgerowes can be my blinkers...
Give me thoughtless directoin
You can't get lost if you don't know where you're going.
To arrive somewhere is good enough.
To stop until you can start without veering off the track
yet again.