Where You Belong
I put my hand out to find just space
those I'd help nowhere to trace
learnt my judgement was misplaced
oh how good bonds go to waste
finding out it's all one way
false personas ran the play
fake facades fade to grey
actions don't match what they say
and I stand striped
a nudie dude
as hands don't grip
a rude delude
everything I had is gone
they all say I get things wrong
as their dance don't fit my song
I'll put steps where I belong
wonder why I write these words
they have group hugs and a herd
reassurance does occur
but nothing true to how we were
believe the worst that I smoke crack
tell the world as though a fact
blind delusion lacking tact
whilst others see your desperate act
and you forget I know you all
limited and predictable
easy routes which move the fool
comfortable in cotton wool
but the herd still gets hunted
individually confronted
quick to shed consulted fronting
as bottoms sheered receive a punting
as that hole in your very face
is seen a maker of bull waste
goals through fouls not to taste
when all see you a fowl disgrace
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2020
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