Every day is an obstacle course
For me to try – but fail – to navigate.
I’m weighed down by my feelings of remorse.
No-one’s expecting to negotiate
Or budge an inch. They want it all their way.
To me, that is unfair. I say as much,
Which does not go down well. I will not play
Their games, though. I don’t know why there is such
An emphasis on who is right or wrong.
We’ve lost the grey tones in the black-and-white.
They’ll hear the instruments, but miss the song.
The lyrics matter, too: Let’s get that right.
Another cup of tea would go down well.
I’m still that school kid, waiting for the bell.
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