'There's a certain point on the horizon
Where the fields and the trees
Start to look that bit more familiar
And there's a feeling I just can't place
That accompanies
This crossing of borderlines
Undefinable borderlines

Southampton Central
Totton
Brockenhurst

I'm a sucker for a view.
Give me a long train journey, a window
and stretch of sky and I'll be set for life,
hypnotised by the sea of fields and trees,
the eye makes an imprint of all that it sees

Like the blue planes streaking white into the gleaming light,
transfixed right until they're out of sight

Something in the light over that ridge just shouts home
Something in the rapeseed, bursting fields outgrown
I remember now,
the sun, the grass, the sea,

The boy skipping fences, his jeans torn by barbed wire,
Cursing lightly, then eyes catching hilltops
to smile, picking up his bag, brushing fringe,
and stepping on into the sheep-cut grass.

The sight of sprawling fields ignites in me a strong pride
To know this tapestry is with me for the long ride
In my mind the seed erupts, suddenly I'm onside
Staring down the coastal map, from Chesil Beach to Golden Cap

It's a reach, but just like that my mind's at home
All it takes is details of a leaf or a stone
or a transmission tower like an age old throne,
These things will stay with me, I can't help but know

There's a certain point on the horizon
Where the fields and the trees
Start to look that bit more familiar
And there's a feeling I just can't place
That accompanies
This crossing of borderlines
Undefinable borderlines

Branksome,
Parkstone
Pool

My head is full of home, but one day I hope
That a different place can help to clear the smoke
Because there's too much world to just
Leave it all to the whims of my fearful scope

And this train is bringing me back from my Birmingham home
Where the grind is a stark monochrome
The silver birch at my bedroom window
Surrounded by flat-pack estates

I'm impervious there to any beauty around me
The trees always shadows of somewhere I'd rather be
The buildings defacing the horizon
and mind all-erasing like a tyrant,

Closed with false walls imposed,
Living amongst people who'd never feel free
Smothered close in my fields and trees
Near choked by the countryside breeze

And still many hold hateful beliefs
Spending lifetimes surrounded by white minds,
The very air tinged with acidity
And fear mere inches from bigotry

There's a certain point on the horizon
Where the fields and the trees
Start to look that bit more familiar
And there's a feeling I just can't place
That accompanies
This crossing of borderlines
Undefinable borderlines

Hamworthy, Holton Heath, Dorchester South

I've left breath marks all up the window.
The inside of my mouth is dry.

Through the glass, the fields are mine now,
the hedges all stitching the landscape's design,
Cows and villages, hamlets tucked in hillsides
Sheep bleating protest to each other.

An elderly gentleman squints at the sunset,
face full of unrest, head full of prejudice,
lines barely hiding my likeness,
a future now melting away.

I shake my head clean of him, come to properly,
Fasten my coat, have a last glance on both of the seats,
underneath, and then nod an apology
to my neighbour for acting improperly,

I stagger my suitcase door-wards,
and grip railing as the train comes to stop
the air greets me calmly, the hills map the distance,
but the back of my mind knows they're already gone

The back of my mind knows they're already gone.

There's a certain point on the horizon
Where the fields and the trees
Start to look that bit more familiar
And there's a feeling I just can't place
That accompanies
This crossing of borderlines
Undefinable borderlines

And there's a place beyond comprehension
The eye knows not what it sees
Start to put the pieces in order
Cos the ripples unfolding my mind
Whisper secrecies
And the building of Borderlines
Let me find all the borderlines
And just tear them right down.'