I wonder at the purpose of it all
as the morning alarm clock calls
What is the purpose paying pennies
to pay bills, left without any
What purpose the way we keep time
as day crosses into night
What purpose of the working day
when all governments us betray
What purpose of drugs legal or not
it’s downhill all the way, in sets the rot
What purpose of drinking alone
not socialising, but at home
What purpose of anger, sadness and tears
why do we smile or fear?
what purpose of hate and jealousy
aren’t we all the same, you and me?
What purpose of our lives
if there’s a god, why does he hide?
What purpose of war or religion
when all innocents are caught in the middle
What purpose of money and wealth
In sets the seed where evil is felt
What purpose love when unrequited
maybe we are all short-sighted
What purpose of existence at all
no edge of the world over which we’ll fall
What purpose of purpose, I don’t even now
I’m like the rest, like a river I just flow
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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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