Like a hamster on the wheel
He’s going nowhere fast
Far too much time to kill
As he looks back at the past
Not much changed for him
No matter how hard he tries
Been far away again and again
Home to roost he sadly does fly
It’s like he has an elastic band
invisible and fitted firm
That brings back to his homeland
Where he crashes and burns
He just wants to find his peace
Far away from his home
For he’s teetering on the edge he believes
Awaiting that inevitable stone
But hope he has, always so
Deep inside, it burns so bright
Keeps him fighting this fiery glow
It’s his beacon, his guiding light
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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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