Darkness falls as he drinks
He jots down words as he thinks
Where pray tell has the day gone?
Oh dear lord this could go so wrong
So he sits, his Guinness so smooth
His throat and mind it helps to sooth
He thinks of friends that never let him down
Those who would fight for him when he drowns
‘Tis a crazy world we live in
Although he’s separately seeing
For all isn’t black and white
Not all is far from right
He wonders what these people do as they pass
As he stares at the bottom of his glass
To the bar he goes again
Then writes his observations with his pen
This thinking he constantly does
His brain a clockwork patch of stuff
He can’t stop these random thoughts
This can be a curse he never sought
But it’s made him the man he is
Without his wondering mind, no idea
Of who he is or where he goes
In his future he doesn’t know
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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