Twenty years spent in this exciting confusion
All the things learnt: from death to evolution
Trickle past me, my body, I
Roll right through me as I let out this prolonged sigh.
Nothing seems perfect, nothing profane.
I seem to be lost in this simultaneous reaction again.
Endlessly searching for rights and wrongs
Trying to hold this dead weight where it belongs.
Twenty years spent; i'm supposed to understand
This exciting confusing mess of land.
But instead I reach inside, where questions transpose,
As inside of me the exciting confusion grows.
Spliff in left hand, pen in the other;
Succession of inhalation - surely intended to smother...
Feelings too raw to sit with right now,
Instead I will continue to ignore and to ask how
Twenty years spent in this excting confusion
can lead to such fluidity... such dissolution?
I wonder what I will say in twenty years time?
I wonder whether I'll still be drawn to this infectious, repetitive rhyme.