Another empty valley of empty Wales
Somewhere between zombie Merthyr Tydfil and undead Brecon I looked at the mountains of
Wales and they made no sense; the long, green slopes meant nothing, the whole rolling landscape had gone flat. There was no doubt in my mind and heart that it wasn't that they were all made senseless, but that meaningless people have robbed it of purposeful beauty; and what's left for them, and me, is a scenic, hurting reminder of
what what what* could have been.
*the triple 'what' isn't another short-lived attempt at cheap 'poetry', just a typo on the run. However, as it seems much better than the lyrics I've waxed before, I'll leave it to look and wonder at from time to time.
*the triple 'what' isn't another short-lived attempt at cheap 'poetry', just a typo on the run. However, as it seems much better than the lyrics I've waxed before, I'll leave it to look and wonder at from time to time.
