Channel hopping his day away
As well as his life this dark gloomy day
He’s bored with the same old routine
So much to do, so much to be seen
Life for his has been without challenge of late
And now it’s starting to grate
He presses the buttons on the remote
All the same channels, all without hope
What he needs is a wake up call
Someone or something to give him an overhaul
He’s not looking for the Bond lifestyle
To catch that imagination like when he was a child
He flicks again at the TV screen of his life
Wondering at what has been and what might
Blandness and boredom are all he now sees
The need for change screams at him in degrees
The trouble with him as he gets stuck in a rut
Not all of the time, but when he does, it cuts
So he dreams away the dark autumn days
Hoping for change to come, he inwardly prays
His belief in himself sometimes wavers
As it would anyone, food for the haters
Also when he’s told how to live his life each day
He wishes he could remote control it all away
Caliburnus Rises 