A history of holes

I’m having my day

My place in the sun

I’ll grow to resemble

The man I’ve become

 

There’ll be time for reflection

When I reach that plateau

When the war has been won

No farther to go

 

And I fear that it isn’t enough

 

I’m making a fortune

I swore to enjoy

These things I promised myself

When I was a boy

 

When I was a boy

And things moved too slow

And universes revolved around

Things I didn’t know

 

When I was a boy

And I made mistakes

I was humiliated

Til I knew my place

 

And I fear that it isn’t enough

 

Ignorance hurts

Injustice inflames

I remember the feelings

But forgotten their names

 

When I was a boy

I saw through their lies

I swore I wouldn’t become

The thing I despised

But events over take you

While you set your sights

On bigger game

On greater heights

 

God bless amnesia

And the things I’ve suppressed

I can reframe the image

I can discard the rest

 

A history of holes

Where the pieces that won’t fit

With the story you told yourself

And your place in it

 

And I fear that it isn’t enough

 

So put on a brave face

Straighten that tie

And speak like you mean it

Give truth to the lie

 

And I fear that it isn’t enough

 

David Sylvian

Done