He walks out of the house
Too much weight on his mind
He can’t think of much else
Or the happiness he wants to find
Too many problems created for him
By others who are selfish to be
These people who know nothing
Because their eyes never see
He though, his own worst enemy
Falls into the trap all the time
Maybe this his fateful journey
What will he at the end find?
For now though his mood is dry
He’s off to the pub for wine and song
This decision wasn’t hard to fight
Guinness, Bushmills and sweet oblivion
Maybe he’ll have an eureka moment
On his fourth or fifth drink of the day
Or maybe his mind will be insolvent
And no-one will understand what he says
Whatever happens he’ll muddle through
As he always does and will
These feelings he has lately blue
But hopes he has still
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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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“an eureka moment” … oh yes, they are helpful. Like it!
Ah, thanks. We all wait for them moments don’t we.