Fleeting Moments

Hanging on for someone is quite addictive

When you gaze from high-rise windows

At the lights beyond the ring road and the social club

One girl's perfection is another's expectation

And the pureness of a moment always overstays its welcome

If I linger too long

I'm romantic by design

I see joy within the syntax of a shop sign

Or a bus stop conversation in a west country town

I feel overwhelmed sometimes by all the rational types

Who just dismiss coincidence and instinct and perception

As a trick of the mind

It's always fleeting, like snapshots or flashbacks and

Unwritten endings and the promises wrapped up inside

And I'm all potential, and potential is the spark behind my eyes

Behind my eyes

I'm forensic by design

I'm the sort who sees a magic trick

Then kills himself to find out how it's done

And then I'm always let down

I'm all details and facts

How can I sleep when there's comparisons and speculation,

Talking heads, deliberations haunting me

Fleeting moments are insomnia for the curious and

Untied endings are the curse of inquisitive minds

And so what's potential,

When potential might be all you ever know?

I don't know

Oh the summer, it drags its heels

And then for every fleeting moment

There's a fortnight left to wonder if it happened at all…