BACK AT BORSTAL BEACH
I dreamt I was back at Borstal...
The beach was strangely warm.
The men were all of them deadly...
Their danger gave them form.
They flashed on my face
as I slept
you see...
They haunted me
there
where I lay...
With Gattaca themes;
swimming through dreams...
none of us quite gets away.
They died all alone
after leaving the beach
but they live when I lust
(close my eyes)
They frolic
and play...
They smile
and say they're grateful;
inspire my sighs.
Written By Jason Wright
October 28, 2006