It all began with the bright light, the bright light and the noise. The chaos of the senses and the scream of desire.
Touching and being touched, a million loose ends to tie up. Ticking of the clock and the cradle rock.
The colours stand still and then they move around. Coming in and out of focus upside down.
Empty winter trees. How space feels. Love of the soft...........flowers and the sky.
One fine day, chaos subsides. Bleeds into awareness and a lifetime of surprise.
The beauty of your mothers eyes, the pain when you fall. You drink it in and marvel at it all, but you never really figure it out.
You get used to it.
The babble of the family and the dumb TV. Roar of the traffic and the thunder of jets.
Chemicals in the water, drugs in the food. The heat of the kitchen and the beat of the system.
The attitude of authority, the laws and the rules. Hit me square in the face, first morning at school.
The heroes and the zeroes, the first love of my live. When to kiss and to kick and to keep your head down when they're chosing the sides.
I never was any good at it. I was terrified, most of the time. I never got over it.
I got used to it.
Alone in the city, at seventeen. With the hollow, the lonely, the drowning and the drowned. I was made to feel worthless, the wretched and the mean beat me up like a weapon i can't run away from or find a way round.
Holdin on.........
The greed and the missiles, exploding somewhere everyday. Hidious dark secrets under the sea and in holes in the ground.
The cold war's gone. Those bastards will find us another one. They're here to protect us, don't you know? So get used to it. Get used to it!
The clash of religionsThe loaded prayersInformationThe face of starvation and the state of the nation.
The sense that it's useless and the fear to try. Not believing the leaders, the media that feeds us. Living with the big lie.
You get used to it. Get used to it! It's OK!.......I got used to it!
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