Iām not anything that you think I am.
You only have to read the lines of scribbly black and everything shines.
I'm disappearing, avoiding most things.
Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colours.
That's all I wanted to do as a kid. Play a guitar properly and jump around. But too many people got in the way.
I don't feel active, and that my public conscience is fully satisfied.