I expected more of a sense of evil
in the Bank of England
Revolution drunk I wanted the stench of greed to clog the air
And towering ivory men to greet me at the gate
The timeline of our lives can end up marked simply by operations (that 2nd knee surgery you had 5 years ago) and the deaths of aunts and uncles. if we’re not careful.
Nostalgia becoming the only story we have to tell.