Do you ever feel that writing leads us nowhere?
into a hole so deep and cold
is it any wonder that we feel low
when dreams are made of snow and fantasies we should outgrow
set in stone
the laws and regulations state that you’re not allowed to contemplate
we’re here to stay
boxed in with your enemies, the cruel lies they propagate are all just fake
they’re all made up by grey-suited men the uber-pen, the mother hen
or whatever you might fancy calling them
Do you wish to live in peace and contentedness?
then god thee bless, if he’s up to it, if he’s listening
the umpteenth time he’s let you down but you forgive
what kind of relationship is that my friend?
would drive me round the bend the bitter end
Get up get out get on with what you do you bloody fool
just bend the rules the looking-glass should shatter
these roving lens recording all we do and all we sin and where we’ve been
our sanity our sanctity our privacy
exists not here
let’s renegade let’s move away
if not today then when?