Silhouettes

Flown from the Angles on July fifteen,

A triple sided commune, the plan pristine.

But plans they can change, as people sure do,

So evolve and adapt, and come up with a new.

Make camp near the Rock and try to survive,

And better our future, for this we strive.

Analysing the past with each careful move,

With eyes on the future, we look to improve,

The situation around and the situation we're in,

Working smarter, not harder, that's the way to win.

Don't surround oneself, with a simple 'here here'

Be called to account, by those who remain near.

Self affirmation, is taken to extremes,

But very little comfort can be sought in memes.

Without the people to back up, the ideas and insight,

Knowledge and wisdom, we use to enlight,

The world we inhabit, and the people around,

We mustn't forget, that we are all bound,

By subjective experience, and collection shared,

Intellectual interpretation, that should be aired.

This is for old and new, faithful friends,

For those who've helped us through The Bends.

For the family we're given and the family we choose,

For whose in our corner, whether we win or we lose.

Appreciation is present, indeed it's sincere,

Know we are close, even when we're not near.

Images in my mind, memories start to crack,

Melancholy overwhelms, when we look back.

'Cause your faces are so clear, this feeling is stark,

But we're just silhouettes, silhouettes in Stoke Park.

Reminisce on occasion, more than I'm certain,

See us again before the final curtain.

Souls altogether, not a single one bored,

Truth in my heart, we'll always have the Ford.

In time things'll change, again and again,

Stop to look around, every now and then.

Forward with conviction, don't delay,

Maybe you'll see us on the way.

Enjoying the now, 'cause I know we'll soon be,

Silhouettes once again, silhouettes by the sea.