Picture courtesy of mooiness.com
He stands alone in a crowded room
glass empty, far too soon
Thinking of those he used to know
and others in the wind long blown
Tired and worn is he this day
as he drinks more to forget images that play
Looking at those out of reach
maybe each other life they’d teach?
His focus always on moving on
far from the path on which is wrong
For others grow or stay still
forgetting sometimes what’s real
But we live in a dream that has no rules
in it we are controlled by fools
Losing our way along the path
in which politicians and madmen the ones who laugh
Back his mind comes to reality
of which he’s trying to break free
Wishful thinking and resentment cloud his head
and thoughts that’ll stay with him till death
He’s just a nowhere man
dealt in life many strange hands
This nowhere man will drift on by
with hope in his heart for that perfect life
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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