Always leaving things till the last minute
Right up till the execution date
Rushing around like a madman
Why does he always leave things so late?
Taking huge gambles all the time
This seems to be the way of things
Never intentional has it ever been
But gets him moving, hoping fortune to bring
But usually ends up in the same old routine
He never knows how it happens to him
He tries everything that he can
To break the cycle of misery, his shadows twin
He has to hope though that all will be well
For without hope what is there?
He doesn’t want to be a multi-millionaire
Just comfortable and happy which in life is rare
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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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