Wednesday, 4 July 2012


I was born a North-Western boy
with all of the world at my feet
but the North-West has held me down
and all of the world has me beat.

I want to be so much better
but it's impossible to break free
from a pattern of imperfection
which has become a part of me.

When I wake up so lethargic
I breathe a promise of purpose
yet I cannot carry out my words
and so any breath is surplus.

I might as well just go to sleep
alone in this North-Western bed
to dream about some company
just about anywhere instead.

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