The commuted life
We will just carry on this way
Twisting and turning down roads of dismay
Aghast to some degree
Flummoxed and all at sea
Bouncing our conclusions off hearing ears
All pierced-through with inconsistency and tears
All amiss – we still insist
That we are right – but don’t know what to do
Run and hide in ‘ordinary life’
Daily rituals – things we must address
Keep focused on survival to avoid the mess
A Philosopher comes to address our mind
A Doctor our physical frame
An alternative practitioner does the same
A policeman says: ‘Get in line’
A psychiatrist says: ‘You will be fine’
A football manager gives his reason
A soccer star injured and out for the season
‘Life’ – they call it
As we all commute
Not enough hours in the day – to waste
Hobbies – (a horrible word) – to indulge
We hear of friends the newspapers have disgraced
Increase in suicide – brains emaciated –
Normality lost or misplaced
There’s that man on the street corner again
Preaching a message with a fervent face
‘Christ is the answer’ he was heard to say
But his message is lost as it’s done in the old-fashioned way
The communist shouts:
“Communism can put a new suit on this man!” –
pointing to the vagrant on the street – with his hand
The preacher responds:
“Christ can put a new man in the suit!”
That’s today’s interruption over –
as you make your way
Past the small crowd on display
The street corner preach follows you to the train
Until you open your lap-top once again
Best to see the Stockmarket score
Best to forget and ignore
anything to do with challenge and change
I will return home and re-arrange
The furniture – it’s due a move
I see my goal as a decorator – to DIY improve
Then lie back and lounge after my weekend work
Dosing and day-dreaming I awake with a jerk
Night sleep ruined – you toss and turn
Catch the train again the next day
Slumber and train-sleep but never pray