Mighty Blighty

Bogged in time.
Lost your flow?
Gave up the line?
Where did all your ideas fly to?
Quite lost and loose they blew!
Free from your head…
As quick as they’re aired
each got up and fled!

How swiftly life drags
at this wiry frame
while fixing the body
you gave up the game!
So tough to accept that
rough wings have been clipped.
Though your ire is risen
there’s no ways left to trick.

Each menial moment:
this drowning you feel –
no chance of escape –
you’ve no means of appeal!
So remember,
sweet Britain,
next time you’ve the chance –
grab tight hold of life
don’t just give it a glance!

Wrap up in the throb
in the beat
of the pulse
and give up at your peril:
Let go? –you’ll lose hope.

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