Would you tell your past self what lays ahead for them?
| CALL DISCONNECTED |
My favourite song plays
a number unrecognisable is calling
with a surge of doubt, I answer
hello? a young voice – hopeful, bubbly
hi? I reply to an innocent chatter;
Who are you? to the illegible voice
although I don’t say, all I can hear is noise
“I’m you!” a bouncy, playful reply
a giggle spreads the width
of my chosen and confused, woken ear;
I knew, of course, I knew who it was
but what was I supposed to tell?
do I hide? Perhaps just disconnect?
then again, maybe this was crucial
to my whole life and future;
Would it be positive? Or negatively so?
I wish it had been a different path
easier on my soles, more friendly
but what if it was? Would I be me?
Most likely not, but whom?
The frightened pitch of truth
I cannot know, not in one possibility
how different I’d be had younger me foreknown
for good or bad, no one can tell
but I would be, I think, as I softly hang up
[A The Zebra With Rainbow Stripes Original]
Tig Ellis - The Zebra With Rainbow Stripes 