Facebook, Instagram, social media, Twitter
Makes you feel worthless, makes you feel bitter
1 0 1 0 ain't no chance of going slow
Hesitate if you can, but don't interrupt the flow
Cos everyone's on it, and noones who they seem
A comfortable fire blanket, for when they want to be mean
And don't you share an opinion
Stick your head out with a thought
Cos they'll rip you all to pieces
You're their fun, new favourite sport
The minutes turn into hours,
Your eyes transfixed on that screen
Looking for anything, maybe a connection,
Noones got any time, noones really that keen
Maybe I should get a life, simplify
Make some room for more time,
One day I'll switch them all off..
Live life like it's 1999.
Friday, 24 February 2017
Friday, 3 February 2017
Sleeping
Just when I should be sleeping
That's when my thoughts, they come a creepin.
Had all day to sort themselves out
But after dark they come, they play, and they shout.
Into the night they show their face , and present their usual, terrible case.
With no solution, no happy ending,
What kind of message are they all sending?
As I try to snore, I try to cut them out, quieten them down, I try to ignore.
But they just shout their foul language,with arrogance louder and louder, and louder, than before.
As time ticks and tocks and ticks, and I turn and toss and turn, is everyone else asleep?, or part of a chorus of the midnight burn?
I count sheep 1,2,3
98,99,...500
For the whole night, for the last week, I haven't rested, I haven't slumbered.
In the morning the sun comes up, my bags are out, a new day to face.
Another day to strive, another day to survive...another day, to keep up the pace.
That's when my thoughts, they come a creepin.
Had all day to sort themselves out
But after dark they come, they play, and they shout.
Into the night they show their face , and present their usual, terrible case.
With no solution, no happy ending,
What kind of message are they all sending?
As I try to snore, I try to cut them out, quieten them down, I try to ignore.
But they just shout their foul language,with arrogance louder and louder, and louder, than before.
As time ticks and tocks and ticks, and I turn and toss and turn, is everyone else asleep?, or part of a chorus of the midnight burn?
I count sheep 1,2,3
98,99,...500
For the whole night, for the last week, I haven't rested, I haven't slumbered.
In the morning the sun comes up, my bags are out, a new day to face.
Another day to strive, another day to survive...another day, to keep up the pace.
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