Change of Direction

Posted on Apr 15, 2013


Woke up late in the afternoon
Head banging, hope it’s gone soon?
Work called, asking where I am
Told ‘em my cats dead (they know the scam)

Time for a change of direction
Where do I go? Who cares, going for my resurrection!
Think I’ll look way out-of-town
The further I go, the less I’ll be the clown

Need to find answers like everybody else
The sooner I do I’ll escape this hell
The quicker I’m free
Could be a long quest for me…


Damn this world and all its hassles
Leave this town for Oxford or Brazil?
I walk down the road scowling randomly
At the mad, the bad, and the ignorant freely


What the hell I think to myself
Not gonna be left on the shelf!
Wham, Bam, thank you Mam
No longer a sheep, laughing all I can

(Chorus, fade out…)

No more nine to five for me
A slave to the system I’ll no longer be
A life lost on pointless things
A happiness I hope time shall bring

Take my advise and do the same
Don’t play conformity’s game
Run like the wind to that dream
Leave no dust that can be seen

Posted in: Poetry