You won’t see a lot of me this year, cause I’m so tangled up in fear- a hypocrite, I talk the talk, then I hit the ground, at the line between ‘picking battles’ and ‘copping out’, I wish I knew where I stood today, though it wouldn’t help me anyway, I’m out of line, and it’s scary how much this will matter in 10 years time. So hang me out to dry, this is not a situation I ever thought would help me realise, the last thing that we need right now, could be the best thing for our future, the only way that we’ll turn this around, but we keep dragging ourselves down, This feeling lives in me, oh my word, it hacked me off, all that litter on the path we’d take to town, that walk was something else, I always wanted to go back, after things had settled down, but they built a bypass there last year, puts the litter in perspective, pushes me into despair, I don’t recognize this place anymore, concrete road signs and superstores.
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