TWO HILLS
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You're between Two Hills
young and enjoying life. Taking your time to savor life's little offerings. Embracing the Scott within as the hills cautiously looks on, like a newly found babysitter. Don't take being hidden too far now. Don't get too cocky. This is a lesson learned and one needed to be heard. For out there it's a big bad world. Dancing a Scottish jig. Your troubles travel and escape out of the tips of your toes, expelling a wondrous amount of energy. Fifteen years on life has taught you well. Still secluded by two hills and naivety a close friend. You haven't been introduced to fear. To you it's a foreign friend, like another language is to me. Touching and caressing your nerves, just as the first kiss with a new lover sends shockwaves up your spine. Planes fly above oblivious to the societal goings on within the valley below. The only signs are military personnel staggering emphatically, as they make their way back to the concealed barracks, after a night out with the locals. Your heart belonging to one of them. We fast forward twenty-five years and you're out of your comfort zone. You have absconded. Left your roots in the Scottish earth you once called home. You're English now. Surrounded by tea and scones, making and eating roast dinners, while the kids play hop-scotch on the pavement. This is the life you're living. This is the path you have chosen. At this point I'm not a thought. I'm a generation away. My life depending on the way that you live yours. There's no regrets, for if you didn't live the way you did then my existence would be in peril. Moving on another twenty years and suddenly I am part of you - brought into existence. We sit and talk, as I eat cereal and you find your roots, within a bottle of Bells whiskey mixed with Lucozade, as you begin to tell me the stories of your life between two hills. But now you're gone and it's me who is observed. As decision, after decision befalls me. You're between Two Hills surveying me living life. |
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