(20 minute poetry)

It's time to change the record,
to spin another disc,
time to forge ahead and
make that leap, to
take a risk.

I used to **** on rusks for breakfast,
I knew that couldn't last,
how to grow up in a careless world,
to leave what passed
back in the past.

Pay one more bill that's due in,
watch my billfold get thin while the
cats are getting fatter,
something's definitely the matter.

And the matter is material
so vital to well being,
keying in the pin code
finding cash flow on the overload.

Going red,
reached the top,
cannot stop,
on a camber to
amber, green
back to where I've been before, to what I've seen before,
if this is life what am I living for?

I've been depressed
can't be bothered getting dressed, impressed by lack of
motivation,
tranquillised by the situation,
reduced to this, a stinking wreck,
hand me the rope
where's my neck?

It gets better
always,
not many signposts to show which ways,
I go anyways down the least obvious route.

An escapism to fantasy or just the long road to reach reality?

It still looks like Oz
to me.