She walks through this town, home a while now
The night has drawn in, stars twinkle in the sky
The streets quiet as people sleep, a cat meow’s
But she longs to be under a different moon, she sighs
She bores easily of the same old thing
And longs to be free and elsewhere
Hating the same old routine
Life for her isn’t fair
She just wishes she was in another time
Where money wasn’t the king
So she could do as she wished and climb
To do all and anything
She dreams of magick and faraway princes
Who would rescue her from this dull existence
Where she could be free to ride horses
And live a life of more substance
But the fairytale dream is just that
The reality to her is harder to achieve
Just a dream almost swept under the doormat
She hopes though someday for a reprieve
Just to sleep under a different moon
Would be what her soul needs
So her life could sing a different tune
Her spirit would be free to feed
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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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