Acid Test

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Acid test​

Ups and downs.
Spinning round and around.
On a rope with footsteps carried by speed progress.
I am my own rollercoaster.
And as I fumble with my steps.
It becomes less weird.
And as I falter, it seems...
Like everyone is weird.

I am seventies kid grown with sixties still breathing my neck.
It should be my new day but it isn’t.
Hard games played waking up each day with my father’s eyes.

And to kill it all.
I take refuge in something I shouldn’t.
Visions to vision.
Illusions to illusion.
I am the sorry messy bi-product that my family always wanted to be yet I did not.
Yet I am watched as an example. Still, seeing through bleary eyes.

I am seventies kid grown, with sixties still breathing my neck.
It should be my new day but it isn’t.
Hard games played waking up each day with a former generation of fathers’ fathers’ eyes.

Where is the morning?

I passed the acid test yesterday by pushing myself to almost destruction.
The still pulls me around its pole and I know I can’t stop.
As I spin I lose my name, my problems, my shame and eventually...me.
Life is but one simple fuck. Ending in the same way...