July 26th

Picked up a pencil and got back in the zone

Switched off laptop, WiFi, telly and phone

This started off well but it’s beginning to spoil

Thrown in to linguisticated turmoil 

It’s time to get back in the saddle

But I’m up a creek without a paddle

I’m out of the frying pan and into the fire

Then things, once more, begin to inspire

The fact I can reflect on times I’ve had

Make me realise things are never that bad

And what kind of poet would I be

If I didn’t pick up on personal agony

Not that I’ve had too much dismay

Never had a cause to strongly convey

I try to be good pure and pleasant

Live for the now, no time like the present

If normality is what we strive for

Then I don’t want to be normal anymore

This isn’t a year of trouble and stress

This is just a year of indecisiveness

What do you do when you just don’t know?

Keep saying yes and go with the flow

How important will you be to the world?

Jot it down be your own herald

Whichever way you choose to live

Make sure not to forget but to forgive