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The days begin to blur into one

The monotony goes on and on.

The days seem grey I look for light

I try to find answers inside.

I try to be more than I am

Try to be more than I can be,

But I need a break  if i am to be

Living a little more successfully.

I walk this road in hope of change

Hope that it may bring better days,

Where I can work for creativity

Instead of work of monotony. 

Maybe it’s a foolish road leading nowhere 

But this seems to be the only other thing that I can do,

And it’s hard you know to face the truth

That maybe it’s not good enough.

That maybe this which I enjoy

Is not enough to keep me employed 

in a life of creative persuit

So maybe I should just accept that I lose,

And stick with the mundane life like my dad did

Work until he was almost non responsive,

Then thrown on the scrapheap

And soon then died

Before the age of 65.

He never made it to enjoy his pension,

Retirement was never his to savour 

In the end he just blinked out,

Do I inhibit this same behaviour?

Will I end up going this way

I am try to strike out in some kind of way

But maybe just like an x factor hopeful

I am just kidding myself,

But I enjoy what I do.

Maybe that’s enough,

And we all know that life is tough

So I will do what I do in a bid to shine a little light

In to the shadows of other lives

Who appreciate love, compassion and art

Who look for hope within the dark

And share the same desire for peace

And find some bliss within just like me.