Mistaken

Stuff matters
You can have strong opinions
But still be open-minded
Violence on my TV makes me feel dizzy
Like I'm high up ladders
Close eyes or change the channels
We're all mammals and actors to some degree
I believe I'm a different person
With everyone I meet, literally
In Athens in March
The sea was cold and gave me a shock
Like lightening across my back
Electricity, a calling
From a forgotten god
Reaching out and choosing me
Lo She said with mighty force
"You're doing great
Go forth, consume more and more cheese courses"

I see my dad's face in my cracked phone screen
But with much smaller eyes
It's my reflection not a split screen skype call
I'll never believe history loops and repeats

I've not had an enemy since school
Cos I am sensible
Ostensibly grown up
But I still hate those fools
They'll have dependable cars
And spendable bonuses
It's all water under the bridge
That washed me out into the cold grey sea
I still hate those fools
Testosterone teens got a lot to answer for.
I've left no trace on my old street
Neighbour's replacement say "I never heard of you"
No blue plaques in suburbia
Forgotten
Like my cat buried under a conservatory
I used to feel unworthy
But now I don't really worry
I moved away, got redemption
Started paying into a pension

I see my dad's face in my cracked phone screen
But with much smaller eyes
It's my reflection not a split screen skype call
I'll never believe history loops and repeats