I’m a slave to the blues and have always been that way
I can count down the minutes of a happy holiday
I can sink a child’s party with hopeless anxiety
And a simmering resentment for mainstream society
“I had time, now doth time waste me”
Like a Shakespearean soliloquy but a little less twee
My days tend to start with “oh no” or “fuck me”
In whatever time or place that may be
Take waking a four and with each passing train
Just waiting all weekend for Monday again
Taking solace in the soothing sound of the rain
With a cooling white noise for a fevered brain
Take seeing two magpies but one of them was dead
Is this sorrow or joy for a superstitious head?
A creeping dread
Looping music round my head
Dragging half-baked dreams and premonitions round my bed
But then the fog lifts and I’m happy today
I can be that acolyte today
Feel fey / get led astray
dance the full length of Mancunian Way
And maybe just..
stop all the clocks and live life in a day
@wretchedascrisp
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