This is a poem based on a song by The Automatic… my own take on it I guess. The song is about escaping a small town and going back and not fitting in any more…having moved on. Lyrics are at the bottom.
“I was the teenage Steve McQueen, my best performance escaping”
The dark routes of denial, drowned
in this place i once called home
the streets of my life saw me disappear
my reflection jumped right up out of the mirror
a new role inside my head
a different face to cover up old scars
a tainted world, replaced
everything moved on
carried on without my voice
my consent to erase me
from all affections
replaced me with a more fond memory
of something that i never was
all those years i escaped you
my trick to deceive myself
of freedom from your malicious eye
if only in my mind

Steve McQueen by The Automatic
Can’t put my finger on what’s changed
To my surprise I found everything the same
In a house that’s not quite home
Nothing was missing but something had gone
I hadn’t seen my reflection in a while
I tried to know directions for miles
So I took a walk through town
To see if someone moved the streets around
I was the teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaping
I was the teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaped me
The engine was running but I couldn’t get away
Part of the scenery; no reason to stay
All my pictures have been erased
Just an extra with nothing to say
I wrote myself into a new storyline
This part was different, this time it was mine
Now I’m lost in my own town
It seems like someone moved the streets around
I was the teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaping
I was the teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaped me
Everything’s just as I left it
But it wasn’t me who left it
The position has been filled
Everything’s just as I left it
But it wasn’t me who left it
The position has been filled
I’m just chasing, just chasing
Just chasing my tail
I’m just chasing, just chasing
Just chasing my tail
Trying to catch up with myself
Trying to catch up with myself
Trying to catch up with myself
Trying to catch up with myself
I was the teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaping
I was the teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaped me
Everything’s just as I left it
But it wasn’t me who left it
The position has been filled
Everything’s just as I left it
But it wasn’t me who left it
The position has been filled
I was the teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaping
I was the teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaped me
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