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Paul Rutherford “Get Real”

 

 

 

 

 

Reality was never quite enough for me
This is why I undertook a voyage of self discovery
Needed to expand my mind
Remind myself of borderline
Head towards the other side
And reinvent the other me

 

I guess you could suggest I’ve spent my whole life in recovery
While one drug or another coursed my veins
Ultimately it boiled down to innate need for chieftaincy
Relieved to be the king of my domain
Tentatively in control
Each time the drum roll beckoned
Animation cranked up to eleven
In my seventh heaven
For duration of the session
Reality on fiddle, coming second

 

Then came sudden crash
As I made unrequested dash
To the place where thoughts and deeds are reckoned
Natural highs had passed me by
By and large the grass nearby seemed greener to the starry eyes of one with fix to pass the time
Tricked me into thinking that my mind was hypoglycaemic
Craving rush of sugar to make panorama scenic
Raving like a beatnik
With my favoured analgesic
I numbed each pain that masqueraded weakness

 

On fantastical terrain
I staked emphatic claim on breaking static
Made excuses for behaviour when it then became erratic
Red alert averted
Felt unheard of nursing panic
Unaware of flair for the dramatic
Pretty face, yet wasting space in attic
No great shakes to me, for vacancy left me ecstatic
Had I cared for mathematics
Then perhaps I would have had the stats on hand to help to break the habit
Alas, I never cared for numbers greatly
And besides, my love affair with prose was so much more romantic

 

Reality was losing traction
As was human interaction
Rumoured to be overrated
Humoured once and now sedated
Fantasy far more persuasive
Albeit, a touch abrasive
Mind bending narcotics seemed the only way to make it
A problem’s not a problem when you flat refuse to face it
Meanwhile, I just savoured being wasted
Reality was never quite enough for me, you see
At least until I undertook a second voyage of self discovery
Uncovering the parts of me that binging drugs concealed
Intimately stunned at what my twinging guts revealed

 

Needed to expand my mind
Remind myself of borderline
Head towards the other side
And resurrect the other me
The wide-eyed child I left behind
When I became anaesthetized
Revitalize my vital signs
Entitle my recovery

 

Reality still falls way short of altered course my thoughts endorse
Yet, I now undress of fraught remorse
For pleasure need not be out-sourced
Of course, we each and all possess our vices
Tend to favour mind distortion left to own devices
Howbeit, this is not to say that we can’t turn the tables
Once we learn where the most natural high is
Animation cranked up to eleven
Essentially, we’re in control
Next time the drum roll beckons

 

 

 

 

 

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2 Comments

    1. I love that. Lion King. RAWRRRRR!!! Thank you, Mouse. I felt it was a good time to venture back into my psychedelic past and the track I used, Get Real, is one of my favourites from the era. Thrilled that you dug this.

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