No sooner have I tied my shoe laces then another chore begins

One door closes and another left ajar

“please come in”

let the ceremony of rejection begin.

I’m at pains to tell them I was not always like this, then realise I’m at Tesco’s with a grapefruit in my hand

“ahh never mind”

 

Life is racing past me

 

Like the horse I bet on at the 3.25 crippled with anxiety

“ahh please”

I try to slow it down, sitting on a park bench after treading in some shit

… now there were some good times but I’m straining myself to think

 

Life has over taken me, and is now at the finishing line

Taking all the applause

Now who the fuckin hell stole mine