She storms out of work
In a bad mood
She’s just been told
That’s she’s got the boot
Her boss told her
His reasons why
Told her life’s hard
Give her dreams a try
Then she gets home
And receives a call
From her mum
Saying she’s a fool
Her friends not much help
No shoulder to cry
They all comment on
Her chaotic life
Everyone’s a philosopher
She’s just decided
Not just writers and singers
But those who are blinded
To hell with them she
Suddenly thinks
It’s her life to live
As she pours a large drink
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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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