This seat I hold is the product, Of tenacity, privilege and some favoured luck
What rights I have I do not know, But every step is on another’s toe
And so I may return that question to you.
For, after a shaky, nervous start, I had made my way in, was gaining fast
The carriages rocking as picked up speed, Like some great captive bird set free
And the noise and the warmth and the daring led on
The ultimate prize I thought was mine.
And, perhaps, it was during this time, That I neglected the map, and lost the line
Though I don’t remember exactly the day, Easy now to see things going this way
And it seems that I have abused my breaks, Piled vulnerability up in my wake
And this was when I was only trying, To help, to work, to do the right thing.
The truth, I guess, is that no one gave, Me permission to just sit there and gaze
I wonder if I can reprieve, This abuse of trust
And then forwards again we all may thrust.
But, for now, when I turn my head, To that window once a dear old friend
I see only wreckage, hopes betrayed, And innocence staring, wide eyed, afraid.