Inspired minds and aching legs don’t exactly make for a winning combination. (20th April 2008)

Everything seems tarnished here;
The sun seems filtered and further away.
Tans fade like recent memories,
My slightly peeling skin reminds me
Of erosion, of my peeling thoughts.

Everything I have done and Everything I do-
Now seems methodical and dull.
Processed through my older brain,
My thoughts are filtered and further away,
Less bright than when I was a child.

The beautiful things I bought there
Are now just items, baubles of less significance
Than if I was just seeing pictures of them.
An interesting pebble I found on the beach
Is now just some rubble outside of my house.

The music that used to inspire me, the
Songs that I used to know off by heart
Are ever so gradually disappearing from
Regular use, and replaced by something different
And new.

The way people walk in museums
Is at odds with the way they walk in the street;
The air seems thicker and slightly more rare
You have to move with greater purpose
To show that you want to be there.

It's easy to get lost in a painting
You fall into a delicate trance that
Is promptly broken by your brother exclaiming
He's bored, the pictures all look the same
Please can we go to the other exhibit now?

The way people walk in museums
Is very specific, and it make you look pained
It's the way they use the balls of their feet
To tiptoe across the floor if you walked like that
In a supermarket people would give you funny looks yes i think they probably would.