Being Boring

I came across some casual photos

An invitation to teenage parties


Dress in white one said with quotations

From some- one's wife a
famous writer

In my nineteen twenties

When you're young you find
inspiration

From anyone who's ever gone

And opened up a closing door


He said we were never being bored

Cause we were never being boring


We had too much time to find

For ourselves We were never being boring


We dressed and fought till thoughts made amends

We were never holding
back

Or worried that time would come to an end

We were always hoping
that looking back

You could always rely on a friend

When I left I
went to the station

With a haversack and some

Trepidation someone
said if your

Not careful you'll have nothing left

And nothing to care
for in my Nineteen seventies

But I sat back and looking forward

My
shoes were high I had spores

I bolted through a closing door

I would
never find myself being bored

Now I sit in different faces

In rented
rooms and foreign places

All the people I was kissing

Some are here
and some are missing

In my nineteen nineties

I never dreamt that I
would get to be

The creature that I always meant to be

But I thought
in spite of dreams

You'd be sitting somewhere here with me