I Got Caught Thinking It Was Real Again

I got caught thinking it was real again
I got swept in by the wave
dazzled by the lights on those far away signs
frozen by a sort of shaky time that
sorely departs

I got caught thinking it was real again
I was dreaming of the sun
I was feeling sorry for myself
it was dirty and wet
this place is cold

I got caught thinking it was real again
my thoughts of thoughts of thoughts
of the same thing and same fear and same buzzing
If I spend winter here I’ll die

I got caught thinking it was real again
I got jealous of the heads
and I wanted a crown for my own
I wanted the legs and the paths
and that rucksack full of goodies

I got caught thinking it was real againbut he came to remind me
and him too
that it never has been
and so saying this isn’t either

I got caught thinking it was real again
and I haven’t the slightest idea why

ABOUT

I work as a welder in Falkirk, Scotland and detest every nanosecond of doing so, these poems are a brief and silly escape.