Society demands we do our best

Striving, trying for the common goal:

The home, the car, the holiday.

Squeezing ourselves into a mould

Shaped by the grey people,

The tax collectors,

The nine to fivers

Caught by fear of failure

In a web of convention.

That is their safety net

Seeking justification

For their insecurities

In the reflection

Of our compliance.

I want to do my worst

To give life all I’ve got

To break the rules,

Twisting them and making sausage dogs

Of their inflated importance…

A Fool with a balloon.

To dive into sunsets

And drink the dawn

From an empty cup,

Laughing in the morning.

Will you join me in a sunrise?

From Life Lines – available in paperback and for Kindle from Amazon