I am tired too of passing pleasant places,
amazing landscapes always in the rear view.
Tired of being a perpetual passenger.
Not steering but swept, blown, carried.
Adrift.
It must feel ******* amazing to choose,
people with no idea say ‘oh but you can!’
but for ** sake... you drive!
You don’t know!
You really don’t.

You have comrades.
You are not islands.
You have means.
You are not perpetually broke.
You work.
You are not grounded by circumstance.

At the mercy of the state

**** life.
**** this system.
******* disappointing people.
**** austerity.
**** the tories.
No actually **** all of you!

Occasionally the cosmos aligns.
Things fall into place,
a bit of luck,
A free trip,
Lovely little cottage by the beach,
Chips in newspaper on the promenade.
Swimming in the sea
(although the weather is really not permitting).
Soaked.
Soggy.
Satisfied.

A taste of What life is about!
Being a part of it.
restoring faith.
What have I learnt from this?
Without hope .... you’re truly ******.