The man he walks to work, another nine to five
Making merely pennies, paying off bills he can’t hide
He walks through the rush hour streets
People on mobiles, they walk with quick feet
The day he dreads with all his heart
Waking at five am, his day did start
The usual back-biting and pressure to come
He dreams of another sunrise, a different sun
The woman lies in bed and calls in sick
She’s had enough of her job, making her like this
Life to her is depressing and hard
She doesn’t want to end up in a graveyard
All she wants is a quiet life to be had
She’s done nothing evil, she’s not bad
Maybe she should move far away
As she dreams of another sunrise, another day
We all have this in common, dreaming away our days
Yet most of us never leave, trapped, no time to play
Bills, family life and other such things
As we dream of another sunrise and the new life it brings
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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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