Bit late to start moaning now, but..

…Actually, what’s the point?

 

So you devote some time to a hobby or a blog

So you get a little scared when you see some neighbour’s dog

So you work in a place with a little reward, a little pay

So you have a lover, and send a text message every day

So you see other people and sometimes you feel sad

But you eat in restaurants, and that isn’t so bad

 

Sometimes you start to feel glum, one reason or another

Your neighbour’s dog annoys you and your mother and your lover

You complain a little on your blog, and then your mobile phone

But you love restaurants too much, and don’t like being alone

You love good supermarkets too much, and don’t like being alone

You love the internet too much, and don’t like being alone

You love things being done for you and you don’t being alone

You love not needing to really try, you’d rather not be alone

 

You are alone

nobody knows what you’re thinking

And in a hundred years, you’ll be dead.

 

Sort your life out and decide what you want to do. Don’t let those “faceless soulless entities” decide for you. (They’re more than willing). The choice, as they say, is yours.

 

Similar vibes for Wish number 15, pages section, over on the right hand side

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Tomorrow, more eshcapism – a new guest author. Praise ye Jah, it’s a sizzla.

 

MS