In the land of nowhere, I stand perplexed,
A place where logic has been hexed.
No sense to make, no point to find,
Just random thoughts that boggle my mind.

The air is filled with ducks in wigs,
While pigs fly by on paper figs.
No rhyme or reason, just pure confusion,
A realm of wild and mad delusion.

The days blend into cheese fondue,
With skies that glow in shades of blue.
No paths to walk, no roads to roam,
Just jelly beans and rubber foam.

The echoes of my thoughts go “boing,”
As bouncy castles lead the throng.
No serious moments, no solemn cheer,
Just endless fun and weirdness here.

Yet in this chaos, a joy remains,
A world where we break all the chains.
For even in the silliest night,
There’s laughter bold and pure delight.

So here I stand, in nonsense land,
With silly heart and wiggly hand.
I’ll jump and skip, I’ll do a jig,
And join the dance of the flying pig.

For in the depths of goofiness,
A spark of joy can still progress.
And from this land, I’ll rise with glee,
To find the fun in all I see.

In the land of nowhere, I stand alone,
A barren wasteland, a desolate zone.
No sun to rise, no stars to guide,
Just endless void, where shadows hide.

The air is thick with silent screams,
A place where hope is but a dream.
No paths to tread, no roads to find,
Just empty space, a tortured mind.

The echoes of my thoughts resound,
In this abyss, where I am bound.
No solace here, no comfort near,
Just endless night, devoid of cheer.

The days blend into nights so cold,
In this forsaken, lifeless hold.
No warmth to feel, no light to see,
Just endless dark, enveloping me.

Yet in this void, a spark remains,
A flicker of hope amidst the chains.
For even in the darkest night,
A glimmer of dawn can bring the light.

So here I stand, in nowhere’s land,
With weary heart and trembling hand.
I’ll find my way, I’ll break these chains,
And leave behind this land of pains.

For in the depths of nothingness,
A seed of hope can still progress.
And from this void, I’ll rise anew,
To find the light, to start anew.

In Albion’s realm, where misty moors do lie,
‘Neath ancient oak and silver sky,
A question stirs in hearts so deep,
A debate where souls and morals meet.

In halls of law and homes alike,
Where whispers rise and thoughts take flight,
Assisted dying’s call is heard,
In hushed tones and measured word.

Through corridors of time we trace,
From Hippocratic oaths to modern grace,
A journey long, both fierce and bright,
Through shadows cast by life’s last light.

In England’s green and pleasant land,
Where life and death do hand in hand,
A plea for mercy, calm and kind,
In final moments, peace to find.

For those who suffer, bodies frail,
With voices weak and faces pale,
A choice they seek, with dignity,
To end their pain, to set them free.

Yet in this isle of storied past,
Where traditions hold and shadows cast,
A struggle brews, both old and new,
Of ethics deep and justice true.

The lawmakers and healers stand,
With heavy hearts and steady hand,
To ponder laws and futures bright,
In sleepless thoughts through endless night.

For some do fear a slippery *****,
Where lives are weighed with loss of hope,
And others see compassion’s glow,
In helping those who wish to go.

Within the courts, the voices blend,
Of those who seek life’s gentle end,
And those who guard with fervent plea,
The sanctity of life’s decree.

In parlours warm and hospital halls,
The echoes rise of earnest calls,
For choice and freedom, calm and clear,
To face the end without the fear.

Yet also rings the cautioned cry,
Of hasty laws and who decide,
For life’s great gift, both pure and bright,
Must not be dimmed in darkest night.

Oh Albion, with heart so fair,
In this debate, take utmost care,
For every life, a tale profound,
In every heart, a sacred ground.

So let the voices blend as one,
In search of wisdom, never done,
To find a path both just and true,
In shadows cast by life’s last view.

Through trials hard and thoughts so deep,
In sleepless nights and dreams that keep,
May mercy guide, with steady hand,
In life’s great arc, from birth to sand.

Oh, Heavenly Father, light our way,
With wisdom’s glow, both night and day,
Grant us the grace to choose what’s right,
In shadows cast by life’s last light.

In Albion’s realm, where misty moors do lie,
May wisdom reign and spirits fly,
For in this choice, both grave and bright,
Lies the soul of mercy’s light.

When twilight falls, and weary heads do lay,
Upon a bed, where friends in comfort stay.
With trust and warmth, the night we do embrace,
In slumber’s realm, our spirits find their place.

No fear of night, nor lonely thoughts invade,
For friendship’s light, the darkness does evade.
Beside thee, friend, I rest in peace so true,
For in thy company, the night is new.

The gentle rise and fall of breath’s sweet song,
In this shared space, where we both belong.
Through dreams we wander, hand in hand we glide,
In sleep’s embrace, with nothing left to hide.

So here we lie, as stars in heaven gleam,
Two souls at rest within the same sweet dream.
A bed we share, a night of tranquil grace,
In friendship’s arms, a safe and sacred place.

In the midst of change, I stand still,
Caught between the push and pull.
A world in flux, yet here I stay,
Afraid to move, afraid to sway.

The path ahead, a winding road,
With fears and doubts, a heavy load.
I see the signs, I hear the call,
But something holds me, after all.

Comfort in the known, a safe cocoon,
Yet dreams of change, they whisper soon.
A battle rages in my mind,
To leave the past, or stay confined.

The days go by, the seasons turn,
A fire inside begins to burn.
I long to leap, to spread my wings,
But fear of falling, tightly clings.

In this limbo, I remain,
A heart divided, joy and pain.
The courage comes, then fades away,
In this transition, I delay.

But deep within, a voice so clear,
Urges me to face the fear.
For change is life, and life is change,
To grow, to learn, to rearrange.

One day I'll step, one day I'll fly,
Embrace the new, and say goodbye.
But for now, in this space I stay,
Gathering strength for that brave day.

We are bound as one,
In shared breaths, life’s circle flows,
Ubuntu’s light shines.

I am because we are,
This truth, I carry near and far.
In the warmth of every hand I clasp,
I feel the pulse of life’s vast grasp.

In ancient lands, where wisdom grows,
I’ve walked with those who truly know.
Through whispered winds and mountain peaks,
I’ve heard the voice of unity speak.

In every handshake, every smile,
I’ve found a reason to linger awhile.
A bond that binds us, soul to soul,
A shared humanity, making whole.

I’ve seen it in the markets bright,
In every humble, loving sight.
Through acts of kindness, freely given,
I’ve felt the touch of the divine, the heaven.

When neighbours fell, I lent my hand,
Together, strong, we rise and stand.
In every tear, in every laugh,
I’ve found my path, my life’s own staff.

Ubuntu walks with humble stride,
In every heart, where love abides.
In every moment, big or small,
I’ve seen the truth, the all-in-all.

For no one stands alone in life,
Through joy and sorrow, peace and strife.
We share a bond, a common thread,
In Ubuntu’s light, we’re gently led.

So let us honour, let us hold
This ancient wisdom, true and bold.
In every heart, a flame burns bright,
The eternal light of Ubuntu’s might.