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A crazy mix of life filtered through some Sega inspired nostalgia, press Start to Play |
Zones Running through those restart posts Like Sonic through the zone We run for those we want the most … the things that we postpone? Hoping we can start again Just go to where they're marked But life, it doesn't run to then, the games that we embarked On videos inside our minds On eyelids backed, they play Perspective's sometimes hard to find Control, it gets mislaid Zigging when we should've zagged Regrets mass on the list Spinning through a maze so lagged Chaos reigns... with gems we missed With tickets to another place Another time, now spent Zones we stayed, a special space Not having to pay rent The cost was paid some time ago With choices that were made When confidence was running low Selves sacrificed, betrayed With thoughts held so inferior Too fragile to thrive Beyond a scared interior Not truly there... alive 'midst memories of Harper Hill and baltic Blue Lagoons Derby days that ring now still with nights spent in the 'spoons To Denbigh, when I got it right That one last final time She always was the first in sight With others so sublime Like Flying Horses through the skies through wind, the Hale Courts In Ballrooms, where the Black Dog lies, with truths sang of a sort With gifts ungiven, substitutes are granted in their stead As cookies come back trimmed enroute Adorned, locked in my head With trinkets scattered round a desk To monitor what's been Remnants left behind, burlesque, can never be unseen Out of sight, not out of mind In memories they play Yankee Candles burning blind And gin joints on the way With faces falling from the wall Redundant, they atone leave ghosts in transit for recall for me, and me alone Through zones, such wraiths, they stick with you Regardless how you try Excess baggage... nothing new The building blocks stack high On green zones where we hail from The hills we learnt to climb Gameplay handled with aplomb? … we're running out of time One life is all you ever get Continues, they are rare Regardless of the rings you net Be true... and take good care |