To Pirbright
I was in a
train,
Going to a very uncertain future.
Going to a very uncertain future.
Outside I
could see the rain,
In a land
that looked stranger.
All the
peculiar thoughts in my head,
Amounted to a
great deal of dread.
Looking
around at the other faces,
I realised we
must all be nutcases.
I ask myself
why I’ve chosen this fate.
What’ll be gained
from this confusion?
All I can do
is learn and tolerate,
The lonely
and naive path I’ve chosen.
I’ve never
really travelled away from my county,
But I felt my adventure could rival Dante.
But I felt my adventure could rival Dante.
I stepped
from the train and into strange country,
Knowing I was
about to loose my liberty with the wave of a hand…
August 1994
What had I done? Well, being trapped in the recession I was in at that time, jumping on that train to what felt like oblivion, it all seemed like the right thing to do. What else was there? Back home friends had gone or moved away or grown ever distant. There were no jobs, no prospects, no education. Only fags, boardgames, books, mulled wine and nothing much else.
I remember vividly waiting on the platform full of of feeling of trepidation that I was not as fearful as I should have been of the unknown. I was very ignorant of anything outside my own sphere.
I remember vividly waiting on the platform full of of feeling of trepidation that I was not as fearful as I should have been of the unknown. I was very ignorant of anything outside my own sphere.