Londonsummer ?2
I think I ve changed a lot since thenDo you?
Ideas that I d held for yearsemotional baggagehopes and fears
Seen somehow in a different lightnot as wrongbut 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-falla partial total memory recall like what of
the futurewhat of the pastwhat of the present will last?
And say I did forget and revert to the old daysforget this hurt.
Am I better off or in reverseuntaught by experience and therefore worse?
I mean a lotI mean a little.
I mean a lotI mean a little.
I m like a coastlinea beach and spit.
Spurn Point and the rest of it.
The seathe tidethe salt and foam.
I m the blasted landthe sand shiftingdrifting out and backthen breached
drowneddefenses downrebuilt from this day on.
Or maybe notmaybe my moment s gone.
I mean a lotI mean a little.
I mean a lotI mean a little.
Am I the same person I seemed to be?
Does all of this depress me?
I won t listenI won t talk.
A weightless lifeI moonwalk.
I mean a lotI mean a little.
I m supplebrittlepig in the middle.
There s resilience inside my facebut sometimes nothing.
Deep space.
What I feel and what I fear is always here my atmosphere.
Pig in the middle
I mean a lotI mean a little.
I mean a lotI mean a little

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