there’s always a bloody fence
there’s always a bloody fence
in the can’t go there shall go there childhood
squeezed passed or overturned the days we did
what we did and sod all who would stop us
scuffed luck grazed chances spent time
in the going upon an adventure of a day’s deciding
the tally of mischief’s direction into the dereliction of ruin
tasting the dust of laughter trembling on indecision
whether to run or risk another explosion of daring to do
what we should not do but we did do
do you remember how our knees healed so quickly
that the blood almost did not have time to dry
on a blast of learning that next time
carefree will take onboard another care
how pockets fill with skinned knuckles
under the freckled sun of me and you mun
do you remember now how we did it again
it’s up to you son
shall we
it’s all up to you
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