Things haven't gone to plan so far

Thing haven't gone to plan so far

Peter Wood ♦ Winlaton, Gateshead ♦ 2015

And all the things I want in life

They seem slowly to drift away from me

Like grains of sand between my fingers

Like embers from a bonfire suffocated by the cool autumn air

It all feels rather hopeless

And some people have their perfect job

And some people are getting married

And some people are having babies

And some people have all of this

And some people have none of this

And yeah I'm jealous

Yet why should I even try any more

I know I'll never be like them

I throw obstacles in my way

And it's hard to be a happy shiny person

When you're constantly hurdling

And falling

So here I find myself again

Three pints under

Or rather I don't find myself

For I already know that there are no answers

At the bottom of the pint glass

However much I squint

However much I hope sometimes

You see, somebody told me that once

Somebody

Somebody needs to help me sometimes

The scariest thing is

That person is always me