Apology to my Creativity

 

I held you back for years, but you,

You held me through my tears, my childlike helplessness.

But I regret being such a mess.

You can move on, I’m not too strong but

Strong enough to say sorry

The best thing to do

The times I’ve blocked your view

Or the headlong adventure you craved

We can still look for them together

The opportunities change, no matter

I brought you here content

And whatever else I meant

It wasn’t to crush you or hide you under a bush

Yet I’m afraid of heights still,

But I’m getting there, you and me

Shining out our light, upon the hill.

Life Before Spotify

Strolling Down the Highway by Bert Jansch just

Came on my music player software.

And I am transported to a room somewhere

In a memory vault coated in dust

Three friends sit and share our last tobacco dregs

And analyse the techniques of fingerstyle folk

The music is enchanting, our voices softly spoke

And we lay on the carpet, no strength in our legs

The night fires were burning, dawn a glimmering dream

Our love for the music was all we required

We lived on plain pasta, and fruit that had expired

And often a pot of dark tea, on the fire, released steam

That magical summer before the digital age, 

As a group of young students we told fantastic jokes 

Amid the laughter, The tea, the chat and the smoke

We found connection to each other that’s so hard to gauge