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Living For Now ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1978

Something you once said
Reminded me
Of things that I believed in.
Though it's left my head,
Still I recall
The times we were deceived in.

Things like that
Happened every day;
Thinking without
A shade of grey.
Just black and white;
Of wrong and right
We'd clearly marked
Conceptions.
To dream beyond
The moment gone
We'd simply no
Perception.
Living for now
Was our ideal;
Living for now
It seemed so real.

Then we'd all support
North Vietnam
And radical reforming.
Sparing not one thought
For issues small
Or, worst of all,
Conforming.

Wisdom left our eyes;
At seventeen
We felt we had solutions.
Now we socialise,
And mortgages destroyed
The revolution.

Things like that
Happened every day;
Thinking without
A shade of grey.
Just black and white;
Of wrong and right
We'd clearly marked
Conceptions.
To dream beyond
The moment gone
We'd simply no
Perception.
Living for now
Was our ideal;
Living for now
It seemed so real.

Seeing how we were,
I realise
How futile our endeavours.
At the time, somehow,
We thought that we
Could change the world
Forever.

It was not to be;
The moment passed
Into grey dissolution.
We watched, helplessly,
As mortgages destroyed
The revolution.

Things like that
Happened every day;
Thinking without
A shade of grey.
Just black and white;
Of wrong and right
We'd clearly
Conceptions.
To dream beyond
The moment gone
We'd simply no
Perception.
Living for now
Was our ideal;
Living for now
It seemed so real.
Conception


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