He’s so alone, doesn’t wanna
be anymore
Too scared to talk to girls, usually
knocked to the floor
He sometimes confuses kindness for
more than it is
Totally embarrasses himself, never
gonna get that destiny’s kiss
Maybe a monk he’ll be,
a life serene and free
Female distractions gone
life given to song
Or even a hermit travelling the land
leaving footsteps in the sand
A ghost in the machine could he be
but really he wants a girl to see
A lonely life is not for him
but fate has plans, smiles its wicked grin
So all he can do is follow the path
and hope that destiny won’t fall over and laugh
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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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