Hungry for difference yet so distant from change
wanting a new beginning but stuck in a rut chained
to the post of the past and muddied lanes of
years gone by, floating on “I wish this and I wish
that” and “You should have this…”, shameless
mutterings all around and stuck with pins,
numbed by blinding mimes, truth be told-
you wouldn’t recognise it. Hungry?
Hungry for difference- why not make it happen?