Struggling to survive

So today I ventured out in my lunch break - full of hope that I might find inspiration for a great Blip. I strolled around a local park and recalled my childhood memories - they were fun and colourful images of what used to be vibrant and well kept gardens and of a playground full of children enjoying an array of play equipment. Sounds of Toot and Whistle are long gone and instead my ears were exposed to badly behaved youth arguing and swearing at the top of their voices and my eyes had to gaze upon what is now mostly poorly kept barren land. The lone rose was virtually the only colour in this dying park.