The winds of change

Down here , looking up at the skies and grey clouds moving.My mind at once a consideration of devalued perceptions.The warming animosity of gradual change gnaws at my cholesterol soaked overweight body.I have been walking on a conveyor belt of self retribution for the last year and as my luck runs dry i can only hope for the shining light of peace and relaxation.I move not too escape responsibilities but to evade the negative powers surrounding me , although i think that in the most part these problems will remain the same , hopefully without the overfamiliar and "yes" overbearing properties that have led me to become a scarce emotional being that i have become , at least i still have my voice , my music , my scribe.Alas but to a penny rolling lonely down the hill of decoded values , an iteration of which at any cost , i can do without.A vanguard i am not whereas it might take one to know one.But a failure i feel , to whence i can only retract to regain wealth.

Smiling through the pain, your eyes can't hide
that look of mild distain, where anger used to rise
smiling through the strain, you've been sucked dry
by worrying about your age and believing media lies,
the winds of change, they blow our way
the winds of change, you either snap or bend and sway
If this is living, you've got to be mad
If this is living, then living is sad
If this is living, then I don't wanna live here America the home of the brave, the "me" generation lost in space
looking for a New World to patronise
United Kingdom the fifty-first state
we're not their backyard we're their garden gate
forever, forever swinging to the right
and if you fight and run away, you'll live to fight another day
and if live another day, you must learn to fight another way.

Steve drewitt....