What is it she’s looking for?
Why does the search always hurt?
What is it she wants more?
What does she need in her life to insert?
What does he need in his life?
As he walks around lost in a daze
Feels like his heart cut out with a knife
What is he looking for today?
She finds her life hard
A slog it seems all the time
Life dealt her bad cards
She struggles her ladder to climb
He has lost all hope in this dingy joint
As he goes about his day
Wondering what’s now the point
Has he his life betrayed?
Both have given up looking now
The search harder everyday it seems
So like others they exist in their drab grey towns
Barely hearing the whispers of their dreams
Like zombies they now are
Their brains dead as they ‘fit in’
Conformed like cattle herd on a farm
Dreams now destroyed, they stopped looking
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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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