I sometimes wonder why I bother doing this. Who am I speaking to? I know that really I am the only person that reads this rubbish, and even I don't really pay that much attention. I find myself drawn to staking out a small area of land in this unimaginably huge environment in much the same way that someone may have thrown the axes and built the fire place of a Ty Unnos not so long ago, only my needs are not quite the same as the builder of a house, struggling to claw land back from an ever strengthening landlord class. The problem with this though is that this little patch of me, sitting in the universe of information, isn't occupying space that someone else may have claimed; it is indeed, by the very act of creating it, sitting in its own created space; space that hadn't existed beforehand. I am sure some IT monkey could talk to me about limited storage space on a server somewhere in deepest darkest webland but I would hazard a guess that this space is growing at a faster rate than it can be filled. So, the point of this post...are we all struggling to stake out a patch that we can call our own? Probably not. I for one have realised that, during the process of writing this text, I am talking complete nonsense...but who cares? I don't.
Gust of wind come snuff the flame
Of righteous men who point the blame
Of twisted women, so short sighted
Who view this nation ever blighted
By the tides of change.
Fine, keep it as it is
and die upon your feet
you're no worse off
than anyone
that chance shall have you meet
Where industry, with hammers beating
Feed the belly of council seating
High tech., low tech., village mummers
Integrate in British summers
Out of sync.
Accept the changes, live it now
Enjoy the fields, the modern cow
Who gives up half her milk
To suited boardrooms of economic ilk
To pour away
And keep it as it is
and die upon your feet?
are you worse off
than anyone
that chance shall have you meet?
Don’t live your life reflecting
On centuries well gone
Or spend your days reflecting
to justify the con
Just live, breathe in, enjoy the air
(It’s toxic waste, for those who care)
Just look around, enjoy the sun
(It’s warmer now the ozone’s gone)
Live your life, get up and dance
You may not get another chance.
