Robert Wyatt "The United States of Amnesia" 1985
#1 Searching through the wardrobe, how many things of yours do you still find that fit and the cut is still splendid, do you remember the last time you wore it? This dress still breathes the magic of music, but most of all, it breathes "Your Magic," your essence, and a smile escapes.
Opening your wardrobe and searching through each piece of clothing, how many skeletons, how many "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy," how many illusions now reality, small tears are still hanging. You look at yourself in the mirror, with pride, with disappointment for wrong turns taken, but it’s you.
But it’s You, still You, perhaps stronger, but with clothes maybe worn that you don’t hesitate to take out.