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What next he does think?
what next as he does drink
The beer flows in ever ready flow
into his liver it steadily goes
Things to do, so much to see
so many things to bring to he
But stubborn and lost, lost in time
on this mountain he can’t climb
But the challenge in front of him
to climb from debauchery and sin
But all he sees is sadness so lost
at all those who trade all for stupid cost
So where next for this lost boy
for he’s just a pawn, a silly toy
In a world of madmen and game
for him, nowt shall be the same
To bed he goes a child he sleeps
dreaming of lands humanity can’t leap
Here he stays, with tears does fall
a man to be, awaiting that musical, eternal call..
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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