After sleepless nights, but days spent dreaming
not sure about life and its true meaning
up and down like a thermometers mercury
disillusioned, is a word best to decribe me
oh i hate my job with a passion
its not unheard of yeh its a fashion
coz the days are long and the nights are short
the only thing i'm sure of is i'm not sure
Tell Me Why?
So many questions have been left blank
and will be until I tell them frank
but I can feel an intrusion of me
why wont they let me be?
going through the motions
the night draws a close to yet another day
and no satisfaction from it all
its just another one thats wasted away
I'm living in a land called blighty
in a recession the size of 1990
with 2 million unemployed
feeling let down, and all non void.