Getting up with the rising sun
Dreading the day to come
Going through the motions
Like a train stopping at the stations
Everyday is the same
On this lonely old train
Feeling motion sickness time and again
Into the greys he does blend
Tired and exhausted he does feel
Always he has to climb the hill
Motion sickness kicking in
With whatever the days do bring
The only way out is to take a journey
Lie no other to set him free
Then the swaying will stop
That strange feeling finally chopped
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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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