Shaping people�s aspirations
Leaving me no expectations
Have to name my driving source
Heroes, artists, cults and idols
Looming larger over time
Such a godsend to the people
Such a burden on my mind
History has taught me that no longer can we climb so high,
And modern life confirms these words,
It seems I never shall be heard.
The echo of the past is far too loud and still is gaining ground,
Ungrateful I am not for those
Who thought up buttons for our clothes
Though like a shadow they pursue me,
View me, looking through� consume me.
Why must I have names to lean on?
Why must I stand up and talk
Every week of those I worship?
When there may be none at all?
A. Davies,
May 2003.